Come evening, mum likes blokes to tongue-punch,
Whatever she's had earlier for lunch.
Basically, mum's a receptacle,
For the contents of male genital.
Seek multiple rounds of venture capital funding before floating my poo on the stock market
Dad's Lonely Hearts Ad: "Friendly canal-path flasher seeks the poo-spouts,
Of boy-scouts."
Outside the bogs, there was a crowd of pickets,
Upset at mum for remedying her crotch-crickets.
Mum's poo-axis,
Is basically public access.
Bogs excitement builds to fever pitch,
As mum's bum width approaches "drainage ditch".
Dad's set out in a new bra and knicker set,
That the general public may not be ready for yet.
Mum loves a fat one - not your dad's (far from it), his shit-stained cock makes even rent boys vomit.
Let's break out the bubbly!
Your mum's up for a willy-doubley!!
