Adores what he’ll score behind the door
of sis, not bored by corporeal snores.
He’s gonna pork with penile torque.
Guy’s not shamed and incest-led.

Goes right for the door with hollow core;
no need force it, for she’s roaring for more:
“Just pour spore in my conic core
post-bore with your head.”

Both go bangety-bang then peak
with more lay-time foreplay,
’cause sis don’t dread DNA leak;
with dad she gets just the same way.

Nine months’ time is short; she don’t abort.
And what’s more, he has got his mom to court.
He scores encore ’cause her room’s no fort.
It isn’t just sis…
tries each sibling’s bed.
Tykes are incest-bred.