Security leaked some private files
Of a cross dresser brand new hair style
He got popular, you see
His files spilled the tea
So, he unveiled himself with a big smile
DIFFERENCE
A friend once said that
difference is a problem
when used as a weapon,
perhaps something good
when sought as an
adventure.
He started the interview
by clearing the air, told the
corporate panel at the mahogany
table that he was an African, Jewish,
Republican cross-dresser from southern
Mississippi, both the son and the daughter
of an Islamic Russian from east of the Urals
and an Ethiopian Christian of half-Chinese
descent who was partially handicapped and
wanted by Interpol for clandestinely supporting
Cuban revolutionaries and Aryan supremacists
by transporting drugs for an Afghan cartel
whose amoral leader, the half-Indian
brother of his beautiful mother was a
Colombian priest who had
broken his vows
He shuffled his feet
and prepared to get up
but the wiry-haired man at the
head of the table held up his hand, looked
over his glasses like an exasperated teacher
about to show faith in a mercurial student
“Get over it!” He said
“You start work on Monday!
You’ll be the company entertainment
for the next thirty years!”
The angry young man was dump
When he stole his girl friend's red pumps
He struted and swagged
Realized he's been tagged
As a cross dresser and a lame chump
Seen wearing his wife’s silken gown
O’Keef’s soon the talk of the town
In her basque and pink bra
He looked like a p orn star
His wife gave him a dressing down
He admits’ I’m into cross dressing
And this is my way of confessing
You’re the same size as me
I wear your clothes for free -
My desires I’m no longer suppressing!
03/24/20
I espied a large woman called Evie
(She was wearing her husband’s mankini)
Though her skin was quite pale
She looked like a beached whale
It’s a pity his outfit’s so weenie
Of her figure Evie is proud
but Evie is so well endowed
‘Twas a bright a sunny day
with huge boobs on display
This outfit it drew quite a crowd
An onlooker passed her a towel
Saying cover those boobies they’re foul
Please don’t wear a mankini -
Wear a woman’s bikini
Evie blushed red and gave him a scowl
3/28/18
Getting dressed he's much the aggressor
His restraint couldn't be any lesser
He yanks on his pants
With grumbles and rants
That's why they call him a cross dresser!
My Sometimes Song
I once knew a poet called Rhoda Monihan,
Who was thought always to visit the Sanhedrin,
By her parents who said,
That god was not dead,
But she did happily voice her opinion!
For Laura Loo's Famous Last Line contest:
But She Did Happily Voice Her Opinion!
But she did happily voice her opinion!
Even though she was a woman cross dresser,
Rejected by those who were family familiar,
And made to feel like a used can or onion.
An atheist as well amongst Christians,
Not slack and did not just float into atheism,
Not apathetic to philosophy and to skepticism,
Prepared to remark upon and criticise turbans.
No blond hair to indicate purity and righteousness,
No blondness to propose truth and good,
Just black hair, normal and with no mood,
To pacify the quick spirited, pious countess.
What gave her the right to speak?
Her body: her legs, arms and voice;
Her mouth or voice said she had a choice,
About which she was not often weak.
1st March 2016
Living on shifting sands,
do not go for the rains.
One day you will become
a robber crab.
A cross-dresser you were.
My candle burns to see
your face in dim light. Moon
said, it was not yet dark.
Playing with rustling leaves
of autumn. I went on collecting
the gifts of winter like my
variant moods, yellow, brown and red !
Go and meet my deadpan
silver. It would never be my
sizzling poem. I will pour the
green river in your blue eyes.
Satish Verma
YOU CAN'T TELL A BOOK BY ITS LOVER
He called himself the king of the street
and so did all the people he'd meet
after all, anyone who has what you want is king
and one must bow down and kiss his ring
if you were dope sick the man was a healer
and so you headed straight for the dealer
after all there comes a time when you admit defeat
and that's why he was called “King of the Street”
he had no heart and business always came first
and his patrons didn't know it but they became cursed
cursed by a king who had no heart or sympathy
and treating his subjects with apathy
one day a neighbor of the king looked out the window
and lo and behold what do you know
the king was a cross dresser is what the neighbor had seen
so I suppose instead of king he should be dubbed queen
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For The Pun Of It
(Limerick Suite)
There's the absent minded professor
He was a known fancy cross dresser
Male or female who knew
He walked funny too
Leaving everyone a guesser
~~~~~~~
Franky wiener loves to eat hot dogs
It makes him jump high like big green frogs
The onions and relish
Make his stomach hellish
Ate to many, now feels like the hogs
~~~~~~~
I'm leaving you all my possession
First I have to make a confession
But you must promise me
Pay all my bills you see
If nothing is left blame recession
~~~~~~~
Sherlock Holmes said I've seen that before
Doctor Watson try to find out more
Do you know what I mean?
But you must not be seen
Until we get to the final core
~~~~~~~
Erich J.Goller
Copyright 3.1.2011
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