HE

He has got a face you can’t forget,
The oddest man I’ve ever met;
And I must tell you things you really ought to know.
He can’t even tell what’s wrong from right,
Cannot distinguish day from night,
And overall he’s not that bright;
He has his hair tied in a bow.

He believes for sure that he’s the best,
Stands very tall above the rest;
And he looks down on everybody that he sees.
He is someone you don’t want to meet,
When you are walking down the street.
The socks he wears upon his feet are full of fleas.

He is what you might consider very rude,
Who likes to show his assets in the nude;
Although there isn’t very much to see.
He may look for love, but hasn’t got a prayer;
All people do is look at him and stare.
He’ll stay that way as far as I can see.

He might see a reason to survive,
He hopes that soon he’ll come alive
And meet someone who’s just like him in every way.
Now, I think there’s no more time to wait
To tell his secret: he’s not straight.
It’s really not so hard to see
That he prefers to be a She.
He;
She.