We live in times of innovation. Winds of change affront the nation; wind most welcome – by a few (the masses know not what to do with engineered progressive change, their morals slow to rearrange). And thus, in ornithology we find an apt analogy…
Phoenix-like the vulture rose in rainbow raiment, from repose Its plumage all askew – a freak: a mutant with a painted beak borne of winds but lately blown. This strange new hybrid (yet unflown) did twitter forth an avian boon. It preened its plumes and croaked a tune:
“I represent that rarest fowl, far wiser than outmoded owl… A dazzling swan of change am I brought forth to liberate the sky!”
(Yet more appeared a fractured emu; fair is fowl post-op… they tried to cross said emu with an ostrich! (What the hell – the surgeon got rich changing apples into – mangos; altering the twos to tangos…)
Fresh from gender suicide he moulted into she. Beside herself (itself?) with grief, regarded previous selves as false: discarded Sir for Madam overnight; fixed it, mixed it, made it right. Since God was wrong the first time ‘round, Man (or something) thus is bound hormonally to tweak and mutate, hastening rebirth’s freakish due-date.
A manly bass – and yet the face was poorly paired in his/her case Soprano ought to have resounded – yet the voice left one confounded.
Rainbow bracelets notwithstanding this was clearly modern branding (on the forehead – like a beast?) well, Jesus said the truth at least: that angels are of neither gender (hence no need to check the member.)
Lest we offend endangered species I commend transgendered theses – paired with warning and a fable as they turn the feathered table:
We may nurture fair to foul while nature shrieks a hideous howl but foul to fair cannot return; thus trapped, both Eve and Adam burn.