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
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