Be the prison sex-raffle prize.
Mum's "got all her ducks in a row",
When it comes to "having loads of blokes queued up to brutalize her down-below".
A bog-bloke is likely to find himself thoroughly chastened
If he enters the bogs with his trousers fastened
Mum really loves it when blokes gets theirs fists on;
Her shockingly slack, stinking, fucked 'poo-piston'.
Bogs-blokes are utterly devoted,
To ensuring that mum is spunk and poo coated.
Human centipede me with the parliamentary Conservative Party
Docker's thumbs like an Atlantic Whaler,
Horrific throb-on like Vlad the impaler.
Your father: 'Hello, sailor!'.
Uh-oh,
Dad's selling brown Play-Doh.
Ambulance crews thrown something of a curve-ball,
As they arrived on the scene of Dad's latest anal-maul,
Surgically, it certainly now seems like a marginal-call,
Whether or not they manage to excavate that ingested medicine-ball.
All the big blokes fucking your mum with increased velocity,
It's fast becoming one of history's worst known atrocities.
One area dad has been the best,
Is number of times arrested undressed.
