Different shaped arseholes.
It appears when both mum and dad are regressed,
They find themselves in public facilities, undressed.
Dad's all but given up hope,
Of an effective treatment for "knob-mope".
Prior to the International Thin Willy Competition, dad's nerves are kicking in,
Christ knows why though; he's always nailed on to win.
Mum's being 'plugged' by a few local electricians,
Dad's dodgily wired willy can't achieve any erections.
Mum doesn't care who's in power; Labour, Tories, even the BNP,
As long as access to the public gents every night remains absolutely free.
Mum's now reached (through fucking) the lofty heights of Madam
Cos every man-jack (without booking), she's had em
I've seen your mum,
she's covered in it;
cum.
Plus the shit from my bum.
Mum's in the gents, rarely dressed,
Dad's just the local well known sex-pest.
Outsource the care of my anus and scrotum to a nanny, and then send them to public school in order to emotionally cripple them
Mum’s recruited many, many men
In order to do to her arsehole what the RAF in 1945 did to Dresden
