UK RANDY MOM EPIDEMIC

Here come the mothers
Castrate your brothers
Bromide your boyfriends and lock up your sons
The milkman's negligee?
Please file under passe
Get up to speed and get down with the moms,
"She's no ugly duckling
but hardly swashbuckling",
A critique as cool as Bloody Mary sorbet
Got tired off the clock
and ironing over a wok
Rampant ma's humble the young men of the UK

'Tis no rash like emotion
It's an instinctive notion
Got an orchestra, now just need a gig
She speaks pleasure fluent
And the tranquil truant
wears his libido like an ill fitting wig
A tongue along the stretchmarks
The mother of all larks
The nightingales serenade proud carpet burns
From a wolf for youth
(Well you tell the truth)
Stand erect and say, "Fasten your seat belt Jules Verne"

Sparkle eyed optimist
with an unemployed dentist
No longer numb from the infra dig drill
Sings "Okie From Muskokie"
on the karaoke
She does Loretta Lynn singing "The Pill"
Says, "If you wanna you oughta"
The panic fuelled daughter
and miserable wives duffed up the myths
of a new born outrageous
'Twas ever contagious
You can't have too many Robin Asquiths

by Robert Lloyd, copyright control