I don't suppose
you would suck my piss-hose?
Dad piloting prosi-truck (violations: every which way but loose),
there's your mum: weird piss gate (sluice).
Mum's covered in shit from a doberman pinscher,
Bent over, taking a twelve-incher.
There's your dad poncing fags in jail,
wanking through the bars, and shitting in a pail.
The law of the bogs is enshrined:
"To Fuck Mum From Behind."
Mum's producing a weird, brown fondant,
From her cunt.
Big Bob strolls in the bog, announcing he's going to "middle of next week,"
Mum's already cowering poo-beak.
Mum's fanny, tits, arse and face, the bogs walls, urinals, stalls and ceiling resembling a salón exhibition of Jackson Pollock's
After a visit from seldom-seen but legendary bogs-bloke 'Timmy Tardis-Bollocks'
Dad’s caused the local primary school to be taken into ‘special measures’
After successfully infiltrating the playground and showing some Y1s his ‘two special treasures’
Dad's won a 'Kiddie' (the 'Oscars' of paedos)
For his innovative 'transitions' opaque/see-through Speedos
