Genderella – Genderella you’re a mighty daddy fella
but it’s come to my attention that you’re something that you’re not!
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?
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.
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?
And so it went for hours more, predictable and quite a bore
with boilerplate and bromides too – with nothing either one could do.
But both their mouths were getting dry and they both knew the reason why,
so off they walked into a bar – and each one ordered Hayden rye.
Now that was some discovery to find that they could both agree.
They had a laugh together as they guessed how that could be.
But it was getting awfully late and both of them were feeling great,
so as they parted they decided, meet again – they set a date.
And so they did, each month they’d meet – and the months turned into years.
They found with time they both grew close and as friends shed doubts and fears.
And then one month, just one arrived for he was sick and shortly died;
And upon inquiry, his friend found out – and sadly cried.
(The Random Poet: 07012022
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