Sometimes, in the hours before dawn, mum's in reflective mood,
And thoughts wander to just how profoundly she's been poo-screwed.
dad's hobbies: mountain treks,
and entertaining blokes "below decks"
(penis shape: convex)
Mum's noted, over the years,
That visiting bum-pilgrims and anal sightseers,
Either erupt in euphoric cheers,
Or break down in their private tears.
Mum: off down the gym for fresh blokes who are 'hench'
Dad: unfortunate genital stench
Mum feels the festive period is wasted
If she doesn’t spend it getting ‘turkey basted’
Your mum in the bedroom loves it when she's watched;
Anal reconstruction?
Sadly, botched.
Dad's playing Farming Simulator,
As part of his desperate search for an erection stimulator.
Dad fondly remembers his shortlived tenure,
As editor of the Mothercare brochure.
Dad at the doctor's diagnosed with 'dicky ticker'
and informed that no, his willy will never be thicker.
a small goat,
a french horn,
and a picture of King Lear:
the most interesting items i've found in your rear.
