Driving home this morning, there it was
Right there in the middle of the road
No, no mistake there at all, no way
There was a huge Red X painted there
Now why I ask, but really don't expect reply
Why paint a Red X in the middle of the road
What could this mean, this Red X painted here
Around and around it I walked, yet, still
No, no way did this Red X make any sense
Was this the joke of some sick demented Jester
Or was there a bunch of grumpy old men
Might have been payback from a group of virgins
Though to find them these days is oh so rare
Yet still this Red X stared at me, it was there
It's almost, must be my imagination, a cheesy grin
And what's this, no it cannot be, surely not
Yes there it was, wearing a pair of double D's
That's it, I give up, another sleepless night
While I try to work out this puzzle
Why is there a Red X in the middle of the road