Mum's genitals? Those of an elderly, cheap, bogs-slut,
Dad's? Like a moldy old peanut.
Dad's listening to pop-chill-pioneer PM Dawn;
Slack packet twitchless;
Penis = S.O.R.N.
The bogs is basically a sweat-shop,
Producing mum's cunt-slop.
Mum gets in a right old grump
If she encounters a bloke not immediately ‘primed to pump’.
Dad's always wondered if his willy really can be his,
Because it basically looks like a clitoris.
Flitted from this to that,
then shat.
Unfortunately, it was only after they had wed,
That mum realised dad was absolutely useless in bed.
Mum’s got Dad out flyering Ladbrokes:
“Special offer (in the bogs) for 500-700 blokes”
Bum-docs tentatively hope the penny might have dropped,
For mum in understanding the loss of where she once plopped.
I heard even your mother rang,
On the completion of your first 50-man gang-bang.
