50 - The Little Transvestite Boy
Oh my dear, sweet, baby boy
Playing alone with your one little toy.
When mommy’s gone, to her closet you skip
Just to try on her new lingerie slip.
Daddy caught you once or twice,
Told you it was wrong in a voice that wasn’t nice.
But still you kept on wearing her heels
Because it’s so good, the way it feels.
You grew up, and a little older,
And as your age increased, you became a little bolder.
You’d buy girl jeans and wear them real tight.
Once, a jock dissed them and you got into a fight.
Rolled around college and the freedom it brings.
You’re new crush, a boy, dresses up and he sings.
Down at the drag club, right off the main street,
Where all the transvestites go and meet.
You and Troy would dress up and go.
He’d be the pimp, and you’d dress as the hoe.
Onto the stage, night after night,
Singing your songs, in a dress, just felt so right.
You two were popular and requested by name,
They wanted to hear you sing “Love Is Only a Game”.
Love is a game, as it turned out you could see,
When another man’s tongue, in Troy’s mouth, would it be.
~Poem by Alison_Adopted
20 Jan 12