Carnival Surprise
An unnatural blonde
with a Southern accent,
came walking out
of the carnival tent.
She wasn't an artist
of the flying trapeze,
she wasn't the strong
woman, lifting with ease.
Her hair was blowing
in curls 'round her head
but something seemed off
something she had just said.
Her voice sounded gruff
like a South Scottish clan,
when she turned to see me,
I found she was half-man!
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