Just a little story about a family I knew.

 

 

 

 

The life of Brian with Virgin Mary,

focuses most on Bucket the dog.

Though Sunbeam's love of Lowlife varies,

mostly it is a terrible slog.

Bucket is big and sloppy and leaky.

Slobbering lump of canine love.

She bonks another mastiffious beauty

then pumps out puppies with shove after shove.

Lowlife's a bitch. Such a haridan screaming.

Sunbeam slinks from the house to work.

He's pummelled and battered, the wimp is just squirming,

and Lowlife ejects him because he's a jerk.

Brian is wise, and big, and reflecting,

but his wife is vergin' on animal lust.

She flutters and wiggles, her bits nearly showing,

and she is so pert with that cute little bust.

Their Gem is now teenaged.

A pretty and sweet thing.

She's fallen, of course,

for a prat with tattoos.

They've let him move in,

though she's too young to screw yet.

There are separate rooms.

They pretend to hold hands.

Apart from dear Bucket, so pretty and drippy,

there are four yorkie yappers, and two mongrel pugs.

They bite and they shout and they get very snappy,

then shit in the yard, and encourage more slugs.

Brian and Virgin dream of their good life.

Dogs bite each other, and stink the house out.

Sunbeam slinks off to his work so frustrated,

while Gemma swells sweetly and pleads tummy ache.