Without Knowing Your Gender

Without Knowing Your Gender..., (nonetheless ex post facto still flattered) Bhutan names defy affiliating, determining, identifying... gender, and what a faux pas this dada admits, when a blessed high school student did league gully tender benighted, gifted, ordained yours truly with sobriquet "Guru" alluded to in previous poem, render ring this foolish hearty good fella (me) falling prey to embarrassing situation, (I did misrender as would be expected from this crash test dummy, who dented his psychological fender), vis virtual mind bender, when an initial presumption smarted Matthew Scott as offender, asper online youth NO pretender by him, aye mean the sender communicated his admiration, adoration, adulation for this big spender of sincerity, viz singular poetic magi - (ha) made presumption that unknown messenger slender, and female, and upon enclosing appender referencing person as "lovely princess" did respondent clarify finding deface of zee poet here - logic chops went thru blender as if slapped by a suspender experiencing irrevocable shame as though a contender attempting to guide false supposition playfully mistaking sexual identity of male sender, he (young kneeler) bowed as winning scoring goaltender down as mine professed metrical feet, he who acquiesced non Asian minor, friender NOT seeking moneylender, nor mistook my heart of gold), mine apology I did obligingly surrender and possibly chuckled to himself, asper an uproarious hellbender whereat my countenance turned fifty plus shades of lavender.