Call Me Twim
Ballet frog boy did not like labels or such.
He called himself Twim, chulinger and Clutch.
We asked him if he was ever a he, we, she, they.
I don’t see the point of them, he said, dancing away.
You can call me a Twim, for I love to swim.
You can call me Chulinger, for my tongue has a dinger.
You can call me a clutch, and I thank you oh so much.
These other labels are for others, those born with a finger.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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