Mum's plan?
Taking pricks from massive to gargantuan.
Mum has a disturbing lack of clarity,
As to who, which, when and how, in her cavity.
Queues outside the gents bogs have decreased since,
Mum was forced to have her annual anal rinse.
Mum's last will and testament:
"In death, as in life, I wish to be repeatedly sodomised while smeared in excrement"
The area once known as mum's cunt and arse,
Has navigationally, become a total farce.
Dad's decided to start having wanks,
On the doorsteps of food banks.
Mum’s perplexed by the appearance in the bogs of a fella
With a prick the length, but also the shape, of a vuvuzela
Mum? "Loads of sex with men";
Dad: one of the "most sexless men".
Mum's on patrol,
turdis-face: brown coal,
anal horror for folk gone-shocking
(it gapes, like a salad bowl).
