Wrong-potty poetry.
I'm always inclined to break into a jog, When I'm heading to where your mum's 'working the bog.'
Mum's facilitating a masterclass, On how to take it very hard, up the arse.
Look, you've fucking missed a bit! I want to be completely covered in shit.
People are harassing dad randomly, Because everyone's heard about his prick-catastrophe.
Jan 2nd and already blokes have been banging away with such intensity That Mumโ€™s arsehole has abandoned any pretence at structural integrity
Police and local authorities are struggling to digest, The sheer scale of dad's latest grounds-of-primary-school dirty protest.
Mum's arsehole is far from the Sistine Chapel, After a night of performing the "cistern grapple."
Mum simply cannot endure, Piss without a strong odour.
No bloke has ever served a sentence, For behaviours relating to mum's poo entrance.
Willy experts have confirmed that it's fact: Dad's "penis" is basically his urinary tract.
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