SHE WAS A HE
Young Billy he thought
That was he was in love
With a sweet little thing
As cute as a bug
Her name was Molly
All points and curves
So beautiful she was
That I don't have the words
Then Billy did notice
That she had really big hands
And that very night
He learned Molly was a man
But Billy told no one
He'd already lost his heart
Not to a girl named Molly
But to a boy named Bart
THE END
This poem is about:
Our world