Boy With A Curl - Poem by David Darbyshire
Why do Mum's put dresses on Boy's?
Do they not have enough Toy's?
But I do know why
and it's not so Bad
You see Mum wanted a Girl
as the first Born
But I popped Out, a boy with a Curl
Very Curly hair
So Mum put a dress on Me
and called me Davina
But when I was Twelve
She allowed me to were pants again
Maybe that's were I get my
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