Vegetable samosa with shit.
Mum's shitter now a field of poppies
Where bogs-bloke's deposit 'horror-sloppies'.
Well, that's a date for dad's diary;
A court summons for the outcome of the local canal towpath public flashing inquiry.
Newly recruited bog-blokes are encouraged not to tarry
As it prevents other blokes from giving it to Mum ‘up the Gary’
Mum's Arsehole Dilation Tracking Control Centre broke into joyful scenes of pandemonium,
As dilation monitors finally inched passed "Beyond Maximum."
Dad’s reading Nabokov
With his trousersov
Recommend me on LinkedIn for being ‘extremely good at pissing’
Bogs-tourists are ushered through in wide-eyed groups,
All hoping to catch a glimpse of mum's infamous crap-hoop.
Mum finally concedes,
That she has "lost" thousands of anal beads.
Mum's rattling everyone's bones
While Sexy Coronavirus-dressed dad cry-wanks, alone
Regrettably, in the contract signed, dad's boss failed to stipulate,
that it's inappropriate to fist oneself, and continually masturbate.
