Now they are just asking for something R-Rated
Their prompt for the day definitely seems weighted
They want us to write about our forbidden fruits
The perverted bastards want to read about our best roots
They want to read all about our favourite sexual encounter
I wonder if there is anyone out there having sex with a flounder
Rumpy pumpy with fish would surely be a winner
Those reading the prompts would become big grinners
How about those people that have a quiet sex life
They could ramp things up and pretend they scream like a fife
But at the end of the day those that grade all that we text
Wont grade something high that does not keep them perplexed
So if your sex life sees you hanging off the chandelier
Naked or dressed does not matter if you’re holding a beer.
You’ve got a good chance of getting passed by the checkers.
While they read all your words and hold onto their peckers
The same goes for you lovelies who enjoy a quick whip
Whip, slip, rub, slide or glide just don’t tighten your grip
The faster it happens the quicker the judges score
But be sure not to call them a smut loving whore
Liven things up and take a shot of yourself wearing sexy knickers
And in the prompt room today all that will be heard is some snickers
Just be sure that they come off for the all important root
And the prompt makers will definitely need go into mute
Maybe you could show off that wonderfully gorgeous corset
The boys in the prompt room will be dribbling like a broken faucet
While the girls will be jealous looking to make sure you not cheat
They’ll be looking for root but the boys will be beat.
Hang on a second, maybe I have it all wrong
They really do want to see a big dong
But not for the pleasures or for the frights
It’s because they want to delete all of our sites.
Delete all the sites because they’re full of smut
While they sit there panting and eating a doughnut
But it is all their fault because they wanted to shoot
And instead of a nice word they use the word root.