All In a Days Work
It could have been so embarrassing
But he didn’t really care
It was such a simple thing
Wearing ladies underwear
He chose it all so carefully
Every single piece just right
Carefully colour matched
With sheer nylon tights
Adjusted oh so precisely
With precision straight seams
Showing legs that appeared
Like chocolate box dreams
But if a man’s got to do it
He’s got to do his best
No half measures he thought
Shoulders back stick out chest
Take one deep breath for courage
Then proudly out on to that stage
Just a reluctant drag act
To make a living wage
And out on that stage
He didn’t need to hide
His need to display
His feminine side
He soaked up the applause
Folded his costume up neat
Tomorrow was another day
Back to sweeping the streets
He’d do it so precisely
Try not to rush
Not risk any blisters
From his issue sweeping brush
And he’d do his best
And he’d do it well
But broken nails
Could be just a hell
And appearance was all
On the Cabaret Club scene
And maybe ,just maybe ,he enjoyed
The buzz of being a top Drag Queen
Copyright © Terry Ireland | Year Posted 2023
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