There once was a site that was redWhere our tales told of fun in bed. If our efforts were cheered At our stories some leered, If not, they read others instead. There once was a site that was blue Where we wrote for a chosen few. If our stories were picked People knew they weren't tricked, They could read with pleasure anew.So, many would write for each site And we did as well as we might, For our talents were good And we...