Song Of The Transvestite

Satin gown with silver lights, Ruby knickers, pearly tights, Golden bangles, golden hair, Bedecked, bejewelled now I share My inner secrets with the mirror. (Malicious glint from open razor) And saucily adjust The saggy outline of my bust. At last, full length before the glass I thoroughly inspect myself... I pass. And, leading off with padded bra, I waddle out towards the car. I drive along, irresolute, Towards the Women's Institute And there between the cups of tea We talk of sex equality.. And how the latest clothes express A girl's desire for unisex. I think my smile of irony. Should symbolize our unity.