Faces, and then shit and piss.
Forms to fill in about mother's quim
'Smell', 'Girth', 'Number of pricks at once', 'How grim?'
It's only while watching Teletubbies
That Dad can muster even the weakest of chubbies
It's becoming less and less credible,
That between mum's legs might be remotely edible.
Dad's performance in the dock described as "incoherent and lurching,"
As he claimed the contents of his hard drive was him "just researching."
Mum's poo-HQ,
Is never again going to look brand new.
Mum's one of life's people pleasers,
Particularly the very well hung geezers.
Your dad's in the tool shed trying to crack one off,
Over a portrait from 1978 of broadcaster, Frank Bough.
When your dad first saw it he tried to abscond
(Philip Schofield's dribbly horror-frond).
Mum's perineum,
Has been fucked into the Perineum Museum.
Mum's turdis-handlers now utilising miltiary-grade AI
To plot the most devastating course up mum's brown eye.
