T'was a grandfather whom had a sex change...
T'would he soon to be known as a Granny Tranny?
T'was once a woman transformed to man...
T'would he now have a baby'ish new plan?
I am lost for words...
What makes sense? ,
Nothing i've seen as heards.
Cowards are like misled kids...
No hope for help without assisted of bids.
Moral fiber is an unwanted diet...
Why must today's society have to allow as well as try it?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem