Red bums
and sweet plums
Blue eye's
and long thighs
Blonde hair
skin so fair
Sweet lips
motherly hips
It's not fare
they all stare
I didn't want to be a gay man
it is just the way I am
David, I liked the way you composed this - giving no hint in the first two stanza's about the narrator's true feelings. Just wondered if the second to last line could be shortened slightly - 'I didn't want to be gay it is just the way I am' Only my humble opinion...! Kind regards, Justine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No clue at first then...... well there it is in black and white. Patricia