Sunday 8 December 2013

I Have a Little Dolly

I've got a little dolly  and no one really knows
I should have guns and soldiers, motors trucks and bombs.
I play with her in the morning and when I'm home from school
When mother comes into  my room  and tells me all the rules.

I cover her so quickly but I'm afraid it shows
I don't look at her angry face only at my toes.
Should I sneak her out again when out the room she goes?
Ah what the hell I can't resist her pretty little nose.

I cover her with tissues to keep her nice and clean
Then  I hide her back away my lovely little queen.
My  tractor, jet and box of cars are lying on the floor
The dust it builds on all of them and the dinosaur that roars.

Get  out and play my father says stop hiding from the world
Pick some friends and run around and chase some pretty girls.
When you're a lad you need to see a little more than this
Get your pals together go and catch some fish.

That's not for me I like to cook and wear some pretty clothes
I've bought myself some make up and shoes from shops I know.
I think I'll tell my mother she's sure to tell my dad
I don't know how he'll take it, probably go mad.

It wasn't bad I must admit he took it with a shrug
He hugged me tight and made a joke I never thought he would.
Now leave your mothers clothes alone they're special only hers
Don't steal any of her wigs they only fit the girls.


I started work and found a friend who kept it to himself
We swapped our clothes and make up he needed lots of help.
I'm out alone in secret, I go to friendly bars
I've started taking hormones and took to wearing bras.

I went to see the surgeon we chatted quite a lot
Before they take your manhood it's a last step of an op.
It cost me all my savings and a little more besides
When I awoke the world was right with tears in my eyes.

I have a little place in town it's not far from the bar
I sing and dance and tell some jokes they love you as you are.
I earned a lot of money from being on the stage
My bawdy brazen  singing and very funny ways.

I still have little dolly she sits upon my bed
The times come flooding back to me now my folks are dead.
I'll never have a little girl to give the love I knew
We sit alone and chat as friends my dolly we are true.


By
 Kevin Humphreys

08th December 2013