Mum's arsehole's a busted flush,
After last night's "ace in the hole" bogs-rush.
Dad behaves like a sycophantic lickspittle,
Around blokes with bigger willies (but willies that are still little).
Dad is sexually rather toothless;
His vestigial prick is worse than useless.
Mum's just bogs rage-quit,
Citing "not enough dog-shit."
Like those of the cherubs of Bellini,
Dad's willy is weeny.
You're just going to have to learn to co-exist,
with this Sainsbury's carrier bag full of piss.
Mum, gorged on easter dog-eggs,
Fucking like bunnies with blokes with enormous "third legs".
I was forced to accept my fate,
as I was enveloped by your mother's horror-grate.
Dad's trouser meat,
Is embarrassingly petite.
Dad's "showing,"
At places kids are going.
