Dad's bad willy made him seek an engineer's opinion;
It's 'Penile linear actuator' (yep, rack and pinion).
Who'd a thunk it?
Mum's entirely covered in spunk/shit
Dad finds the local primary "sexually electric";
Good thing his willy's chronically "non-erectic".
Blokes are encouraged to enter,
Mum's poo-centre.
The blokes have all got mum the same thing for Christmas:
Yep, a pistoning up "where shit is".
Mum's stormed out the bogs in a fit of pique,
Because some chancer turned up with an undersized "prique."
it wasn't until day break,
that your mum's worn meat hole began to ache.
Dad's a useless fucking prick,
With a useless fucking prick.
Under police questioning, dad's story starts to unravel,
As to why he's hanging around girls schools dressed like Jimmy Savile.
Blokes rushing to the bogs at maximum velocity,
To perpetrate upon mum maximum bum-atrocities.
