Mum's got,
*Really* bad crotch-rot.
For mum it's not "Every Breath You Take,"
More like "Every Cock You Take."
Even dad's Chinese takeaway fortune cookie,
Reads "Forever thin, floppy and with no chance of nookie."
Mum finds it completely unacceptable,
Whenever there aren't multiple blokes using her as a spunk-receptacle.
In her distinguished career, mum has gone a long way to debunk,
The myth that there is a limit to ingesting spunk.
Bogs-marketing stats show mum's most in demand,
From the demographic sector "low cognition farmhand."
There's invariably a panoply,
Of visitors in mum's shit-canopy.
Dad's watching his VHS copy of Sister Act,
Whilst performing a truly disgusting solo sex-act.
Mum listening to loud Phil Collins
While bogs blokes Phil Colons
