The inspection

Having lost a league game of spoof I was tasked with inspecting her Quim To seek definitive proof, Whether she could be filled to the brim. The first chore was how to up end her? Which was not an easy feat, As I couldn’t inspect her pudenda, Whilst she remained in her seat. I tipped her out of her chair, And inspected her capacious muff, She seemed completely unaware, As I stared up her wizard’s cuff. It looked like a walrus; only flabbier, It was clear she was regularly plugged, The loose skin of her labia, Resembled an ewok recently mugged. I reported back to my chums, In the spoof playing fraternity, That they could safely empty their plums, And never be accused of paternity.