We long for that classic Grandue smut,
What is this newfangled tripe?
Nary a mention of tits or butt,
Not a whisper of flesh so ripe.

Gone are the tales of lust and sin,
With prose so raw and bold,
Replaced by drivel, paper-thin,
A horse that's dead and old.

Bring back the passion, fierce and wild,
The stories that ignite,
For in the naughty, unbeguiled,
Our fantasies take flight.

Please give us back the spice of yore,
The steamy, sultry thrill,
For that's the Grandue all adore,
And crave, and always will.

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Phaestian, in the year 950 AF.