In keeping with the norms of the day, (misunderstood, it seems),
You reamed a man on Market Square while munching custard creams.
Dad's watching his VHS copy of Sister Act,
Whilst performing a truly disgusting solo sex-act.
Dad believed (wrongly), that he was gaining an erection,
Whilst in Tescos browsing the coleslaw section.
Mum's revealed her dregs,
For a Greggs.
Mum fucks for pence,
While dad's being acquitted of indecent exposure for lack of visible evidence.
Arseholes of mum's calibre,
Are for bogs-blokes, akin to Excalibur.
Mum's part of the sexual 'old guard';
Her frayed poo-lips: 'perma-marred'.
It's becoming less and less credible,
That between mum's legs might be remotely edible.
Mum's being 'twat-bashed' by kid's TV's Barry Chuckle;
Onlookers confirm a depth of '.. much beyond knuckle'.
Dad finds the local primary "sexually electric";
Good thing his willy's chronically "non-erectic".
