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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Now Buxton is the place to stay when hiking in “the Dales”, But your schedule’s shot to pieces if you’re troubled by strong gales, On a campsite in the Pennines the wind was blowing bitterly I confided to the warden’s wife, “Next year I’m off to Italy”. So I asked my boss for overtime and accrued a tidy sum, My girlfriend don’t like pasta so she didn’t want to come, I planned to see some galleries and architectural sights, I borrowed several brochures and I booked some budget flights. I met a waiter in a restaurant on a vibrant street in Pisa, He’d offer me a holiday if I were not a geezer. Could I shake off the tradition or am I wedded to my gender? It’s a fashionable mission. Should I let him call me Brenda? I like the foods of Italy, they’ve tonnes of tasty meals But would I ever feel relaxed in a necklace and high heels? Oh I’d return from Tuscany with fond romantic tales Of operatic ecstasy and tall Italian males. People shed their inhibitions, often break their wedding vows, Would he buy me splendid dinners if I wore a skirt and blouse? Could I elongate my lashes and step out in jewels and finery? Is it time to leave this closet and declare myself non-binary? Should I use the ladies’ restroom or still hang-out in the gents’, Simply tell the folks around me that I’m sitting on the fence? If I walked into the barber’s shouting "Rid me of this beard!" Would he relish my exuberance, or think me rather weird? I’d talk no more of football teams or the merits of real ales, I’d think about nutritious food and the colour of my nails. I would give up wearing neckties and my slacks would be less dismal, I might sit at a reception desk, though the pay would be abysmal! I might alienate mates if I keep changing genders, Should I book into a clinic? - no the prospect sounds horrendous! I still prefer to lead when I’m dancing down at gigs And I’ll be auctioning my wardrobe full of brassieres and wigs. My local mosque has two approaches, men and women are divided, They’ll soon need an extra doorway, for committed undecided. Subdivided laundrettes are another implication, I think I’ll ’phone that waiter and decline his invitation.
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