My Ex Changed Her Sex
I liked her; she was a strong women,
she could bench press 200 Ibs.
We drifted apart
I heard she got into female sumo wrestling,
I guess that should have been a red flag.
We still corresponded on Facebook.
When she changed her name to Butch
and her preferred pro-noun to Z,
I thought it may have been just me
she was pranking.
Then one night we met by chance
In the same pub.
Tats, nose bolt and red crew-cut,
her I, mean not I.
All hell broke loose
when a tough looking drunk
wolf whistled her.
Fists flew and bloody mayhem erupted.
The guy has since transgendered -
he’s now a right pussy
and their dating.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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