A Fella. Poem by Tom Allport

It was to be
An evening of gay music and dance
Taking place at Chat Nois, Paris, France
The music was joyful and loud
And the dancers with their high kicks were proud
Then after an encore they left the stage
But not before opening a cage
From which appeared a young lady fan dancer
Who only wanted a man to romance her
She started to wave and flap her stuff
Whilst also showing a little bum fluff
Then out from the crowd jumped a chancer
Who was a typical Parisian prancer
He made a grab for her feather
But instead snapped her thong of leather
She let out an almighty scream... ZUT ALORS
He then realised she was not as first seemed
She was in fact a fella.