On a day when various counties are officially recognising the state of Palestine,
Bum-docs have said they can no longer officially recognise the state of mum's behine.
Dad finds the local primary "sexually electric";
Good thing his willy's chronically "non-erectic".
Mum can’t ever get enough
In the bum, but once in 1973 she did, (in the muff)
As the world existentially stands on the brink,
Blokes are comforted by the familiarity of mum's cunt-stink.
It's difficult to summon the verbiage
For the stench of mum's 'turd hedge'.
For your mum out on the streets, business is never quiet,
She's got a delightful bucket-cunt and blokes wanna buy it.
Dad's got the bad knob trifecta:
Weird; thin; non-erecter.
Mum’s gens: “knob Bermuda Triangle“
Dad’s gens: “barely dangle”
Dad's heading into Ladbrokes,
He's having a wild punt on himself finally getting pokes.
Big-Dicked Vince goes down in bogs folklore,
As the last time mum wasn't heard asking for more.
