A Transgender Barbie
A transgender Barbie! What? The bridge ladies are upset.
Their best friend is not proud Mary, my friend from Winterset.
Her daughter is transgender, and she is tickled as can be.
If you had a transgender in your family, you would feel differently.
The laughter gets so loud, it unnerves me more than just a bit.
I had one, said one mean looking broad, but my husband threw a fit.
We threw her out, and now she sleeps on someone else’s couch.
I wonder about this woman, whose empathy is apparently a slouch.
But isn’t she still your baby? Don’t you love her? I ask this crone just so.
She gives a maniacal laugh, I think it is a cover up for feelings of woe.
Why should she? Asks another witch from the table I am sitting at.
So I get up and run out, screaming, for their meanness is so phat!
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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