Mum's gens: air sock,
Dad's gens: nothing there cock.
Mum offers a simple guarantee:
All nuts leave the bogs sperm-free.
Even from a distance,
Dad looks like a sex-nuisance.
Mum's organised the annual Bogs Easter Egg Hunt,
Up her cunt!
The carpets are ruined; completely piss and shit stained,
It's high-time your father became properly toilet-trained.
The bogs-blokes turned around and faced
Mum's huge pile of shit and piss paste.
My main goal = your arsehole.
Over the years your mum's taken in quite a few male lodgers,
She's also taken a few cocks up the arse (by blokes known as 'Jammy-Rag Dodgers').
Mum: got no time for blokes with ‘tiddlers’
Dad: considered a wrongun by even other kid-fiddlers.
Dad’s having a fit of pique
After being described accurately as ‘small of prick’
