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There lived, beneath a hanging leaf A Ladybird called Annie Who hated being female And daily, cursed her ***** Her voice was deep and baleful Her shoulders, broad and strong By right, she was a Boybird Just her genitals were wrong Her family rejected her She alive alone, ashamed Until she met a Dragonfly ‘Salvation’ she proclaimed For every bug and critter When feeling below par Would visit Doctor Dragonfly In his empty pickle jar Just maybe he could help her With snip, a tuck and stitch She’d not be Annie any more Tomorrow, she’d be Mitch She lay down on the table And a beetle knocked her out The doctor took his knife in hand And bustled all about With suture made of thistledown And sap of pine for glue He reassigned her gender But the best that he could do Was not a lady, not a man But somewhere in between And, as he used some aphid parts The ***** were small and green Annie never changed her name It didn’t seem quite right Her family still shunned her She slept alone at night The only insect in the field With ***** ***** and ***** Even hungry birds avoided Ladyboybird Annie
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May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 7:43 AM UTC
Annie's *****
There lived, beneath a hanging leaf A Ladybird called Annie Who hated being female And daily, cursed her ***** Her voice was deep and baleful Her shoulders, broad and strong By right, she was a Boybird Just her genitals were wrong Her family rejected her She alive alone, ashamed Until she met a Dragonfly ‘Salvation’ she proclaimed For every bug and critter When feeling below par Would visit Doctor Dragonfly In his empty pickle jar Just maybe he could help her With snip, a tuck and stitch She’d not be Annie any more Tomorrow, she’d be Mitch She lay down on the table And a beetle knocked her out The doctor took his knife in hand And bustled all about With suture made of thistledown And sap of pine for glue He reassigned her gender But the best that he could do Was not a lady, not a man But somewhere in between And, as he used some aphid parts The ***** were small and green Annie never changed her name It didn’t seem quite right Her family still shunned her She slept alone at night The only insect in the field With ***** ***** and ***** Even hungry birds avoided Ladyboybird Annie
Sorry ;)
ben-jones
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May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 7:43 AM UTC
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