COME OUT, COME OUT WHEREVER YOU ARE

COME OUT, COME OUT WHEREVER YOU ARE!

I had a friend of nature mild

Close to his mother, a gentle child

At early age confused in mind

Make-up and dolls, you know the kind

 

As time went by he grew so cold

No father figure to love or hold

Maternal care, a woman’s touch

His mother’s hand that meant so much

 

But came the time to stand and shout

About his life, he had to ‘come out’

And tell the world his secret truth

Gay for years, from early youth

 

So he spoke to me, this troubled soul

Needed advice to achieve his goal

I said “Be yourself, stay strong, stand tall

Speak the facts – confront them all”

 

Thus at a party he stated his case

In front of many, face to face

Taking his time, his resolve was firm

Brave of heart, no time to squirm

 

Silence as he spoke these words contextual –

“My mother made me a homosexual!”

To which a retort came out of the blue –

“If I bought her the wool would she make me one too?”

◄ WE'RE NOT ALONE

FOR THE COMMON GOOD ►

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Yvonne Brunton

Thu 1st Mar 2012 22:54

my kind of poem - with a twist at the end, zehr gut mein Freund. Je vous souhaite.

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Mike Hilton

Thu 23rd Feb 2012 13:59

Herr Tony....

You nutter! Very funnily written!

I thought Frank Carson had died today?

You've got to perform this, I'm sure it would be hilarious( just like AVB at Chelsea )

P.S.
You said you would never spin that yarn about my wool fetish.
Bah! Bah!

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