Faces, and then shit and piss.
Dad's offending public decency,
Not even trying to hide obvious signs of wank-recency.
Trying to do mum, but not "up the posh"?
Won't wash.
Mum's certainly no stranger,
To an arsehole status 'code red: danger.'
Remnants of mum's original "brown,"
Can no longer be found.
Oh, quelle surprise!
Mum's in the bogs, on her knees.
Dad's claims of innocence began to unravel,
When he started dressing exactly like Jimmy Savile.
Dad at the doctor's diagnosed with 'dicky ticker'
and informed that no, his willy will never be thicker.
The carpets are ruined; completely piss and shit stained,
It's high-time your father became properly toilet-trained.
Research reports on your father's genitalia,
Key quotes: 'comparatively small' and 'operationally, a failure.'
Mum's in the bogs,
With low-cogs.
