Mum continues to go from strength to strength,
In her capacity to take further width and length.
Christmas morning: blokes are flocking
To open up Mum's "nether stocking"
The bogs-atmosphere is highly charged and highly dog-manurey,
As a platoon of swole-cocked blokes knob mum with unbridled fury.
Dad's in the prison showers, not knowing what's happening,
Mum's in the bogs, 'catalogue Grattaning.'
It’s beyond the whit of the world’s top bum-surgeon
To restore mum’s arsehole to a state even remotely resembling’virgin’
Dad's genital usage: nil,
Mum's genital usage: roadkill.
Mum's giving blokes a free spin,
On her poo-doom, fuck-bin.
Mum's new nickname is 'Brexit'
due to her causing miles-long tailback of lorries full of blokes waiting to service her exit
Dad's finding little support,
For his "Olympics, but for men with penises that are very thin and short".
Dad went to a gynaecologist to research his ancestry and past,
But was shocked when the investigation involved taking scrapings from up his arse.
