Genderella – Genderella you’re a mighty daddy fella
but it’s come to my attention that you’re something that you’re not! <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Well let me make a point to you – an observation overdue
that you are not within my skin so how are you to know what’s true? <\/p>\n\n\n\n
But I have eyes and I can see the difference from a he and she
and based on that I clearly see that you for certain are a he. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And from the best that I can see, you speak for thee and not for me
so how can you in comfort claim that you know best what’s right for me? <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And so it went for hours more, predictable and quite a bore
with boilerplate and bromides too \u2013 with nothing either one could do. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
But both their mouths were getting dry and they both knew the reason why,
so off they walked into a bar \u2013 and each one ordered Hayden rye. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Now that was some discovery to find that they could both agree.
They had a laugh together as they guessed how that could be. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
But it was getting awfully late and both of them were feeling great,
so as they parted they decided, meet again \u2013 they set a date. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And so they did, each month they’d meet \u2013 and the months turned into years.
They found with time they both grew close and as friends shed doubts and fears.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And then one month, just one arrived for he was sick and shortly died;
And upon inquiry, his friend found out \u2013 and sadly cried. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
(The Random Poet: 07012022
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