22nd November 2013

Sonnet 20


Post-op we don't get all camouflage painted,

 We're all real laydees with a high-heeled passion,

Chelsea and me - we're already acquainted,

She's ditched the fatigues for a gentler fashion.

Since she whistleblew  life's been rock 'n' rolling:

There's hot (and not) guys who're wanting to gazeth

On the top state secret she'd been controlling :

How their wives don't guess that's what me amazeth.

It was Eve's rib God stole when he created

Nasty, short, brutish man no-one's a-doting;

Testosterone poor jocks fear they're defeated -

Ah! Pricks in female evolution, nothing

    Compares to gender bender's hidden pleasure -

    My member's shrunk back to love's  tiny treasure !