Transvestia

A VERY GOOD MAN

POEM

Anonymous

I must confess that I love to dress

On occasion as

a woman.

Of course I'm a man

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but you must understand

A man can be a

woman.

I see you're alarmed but I ask what's the harm Of an innocent masquerade?

Would you be quite shocked to see me frocked And disguised as a ladies' maid?

Or dressed for town in a lovely gown As the wife of a country squire? To be quite serious I just get delerious Over fancy female attire.

My mother you know just loved to sew And used me for her model

Some boys love milk; for me it was silk Though not, of course, from a bottle,

Instead it was draped about my shape And made into elegant dresses I was nearly five before deprived Of long and girlish tresses.

Mother was dear but I greatly fear She rather wanted a girl,

I recall her despair when she cut my hair It had such a natural curl.

And so I was taught and often sought To adopt the female role

I am still a man but I change when I can Femininity is my goal,

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