Lady. Man

Posted on July 13, 2023 by Rex Tyler

He will never make a goddess
No matter what he wears
His Adam’s Apple his hairy chin
Or his genuine airs
His patriarchal swellings
His wigs and Botoxed lips
He might win all his races
And eat his share of chips
But he can never be a lady
Not in a billion years
Whose rare and cares
Whose true and shares
And whose beauty never dips

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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