Mum's one of life's people pleasers,
Particularly the very well hung geezers.
For arousal, dad swears,
By the website of Mothercare(s).
Blokes fucking your mum aren't so much 'partners' as 'miners,'
Her massive open-cast cunt requires not johnnies but bin-liners.
Dad's hoping that customers will stop and stare,
At what he's doing to himself in the car park of Mothercare.
Mum's part of the sexual 'old guard';
Her frayed poo-lips: 'perma-marred'.
Dad has a concerning penchant,
For the pre-pubescent.
In regards to his penis, dad feels he has a remit,
To go out in public, and show it.
Oh fuck!
My head's stuck
(welded tight: faecal muck)
Flitted from this to that,
then shat.
Not-actually-dying Dad demanding his ‘palliative care’
Be provided by ‘pale young boys with no pubic hair’
