Dad asked to leave parents evening,
Due to his enquiries about other children along with heavy breathing.
Mum's a perennial bogs-favourite despite a strong physical resemblance to a melted waxwork of Who frontman Roger Daltrey
Dad's trouser portion: a charitable description would be 'paltry'
Mum whistling Tina Turner's 'What's Love Got To Do With It?'
Whilst being unceremoniously caked in various blokes shit.
Your genitals are in entirely the wrong place
Dad's created fierce debate in the medical community,
As to whether he does in fact have a willy.
Dad not sure where to drip-spunk on bloke; eyes, nose. hair or ears?
For fucks sake, it hardly matters; bloke's been dead nigh on 20 years.
When mum bends over, she can reveal,
The ingredients of her previous meal.
It’s not the Dunning-Krueger effect:
Mum really does know everything about getting her arsehole wrecked
Mum has a vast and colourful sexual portfolio,
Due to being rodgered more times than a police car radio.
There's your father,
man-faeces smother;
It's taken it's toll;
being shit on by Danny Glover.
