One brings Huggies, One brings Diaps
Two-toned nappies filling with shite
Threescore dirty ten cast aside
Four-fold rattles, no milk in sight

I remember. Our limsa idlers
Their surrender, to catgirl RPs
Slowly shitting into their diapers
Ever posting to piss off the Jannies
Now I'm thinking "Well was it worth it"
As I led them, to make another thread
I resent this descent to crossposts
Come and save us before we 404

Like broken Shitters progless cast from Discord's gates
(Our slumbering Jannies awake)
We won't get far when parsing all these greys
(You'll take off dilate and seethe)
And like a fat slob in a diaper drenched in pee
(Disgraced Untouched and Unseen)
And to their beds their rattles shake until they sleep
In lewd modded melodies.
Au'ras are naked and bibbed (Bringing me to the edge)
Deep inside, we're nothing more than Greylets and Shitters.
Through the pain, tonight our clear is nigh.
Aaaaaaaaaaa

Onward, Greys roll in queues,
Sprouts begging for mounts, stuck on Ifrit
Posting cope as diaper farts ensue
Forum wiped, our salt admits defeat.

Yet I remember—the pull of duty
Glamour crimes in the name of cuties
Spoiling wipes in thirty, filthy runes
Locked in endless /sit at Limsa AFKs

Will Free Trial save them, cope anew?
Or drown in their own debuff stew?
Shitposts summon mods, awake in dread—
“NO ERP” the only thing they’ve ever said.
Now doomed to spam for rez within the void
(My limit break: regret deployed!)

Another cry as tardy hits ready check
(The queue’s collapsed, what the heck?)
Glams undone, sacks of piss and pee
(My sub’s expired—just let me be!)
A thousand wipes, a million laughs,
We rot in PF at Jannies’ wrath.

Still I jump, prepull, /dance
In diapers, there’s always a chance
To post again, and greet a sprout “Hello!”
And join the wipe—before we all must go.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!