These days, Mum’s mainly ‘down to bone’
Gents exceeding the length/girth threshold of ‘airport Toblerone’
Mum's knackered old poo-flower,
Has extraordinary natural healing power.
Dad's set up a really abysmal OnlyFans
Centred around his disappoint-a-glans.
Dad has some questionable beliefs,
Regarding his right to access children's underneaths.
Even if completely incorporeal, gaseous life exists on other planets
Dad will still be 'the organism which is most sexually inadequate'
Blokes finding it increasingly difficult to speak kindly,
About mum's spilling twat-cabbage and surrounding debris.
Mum's twat-stench is eye-watering,
And her bumhole's taking an absolute slaughtering.
Mum's received a smorgasbord of colossal-farmhand gush
And now her arsehole and twat are a sloppy, indistinct mush.
Mum doesn't even wince,
As her arsehole's ground into mince.
The air is thick with pent up aggression,
As bogs-blokes file in for mum's evening session.
