What a queer boy you are!
All prissy-missy and floating about
As if the world spread out before you
(With us as the rejected roses of your red carpet)
Owed you anything in the first place.
Just who do you think you are?

Oh, but how pretty you were!
Had only your overgrown turkey *******
Been crafted from the offset to be savoured
By the sweet lips of a woman
As nature and state intend them,
Yes – why, yes, our understanding of you would have been initially inked.

Pray tell – what was the charm you had with the girls?
Despite our best, you overshadowed us in a pitiful dust.
Our roses you turned to a morphine ash,
Morphing our sweet serenades to suffocating sulphur.
Know you not how you thwarted our plans so naturally?
Without even the slightest objective of mocking?

Okay, so I get it – females favour gay guys for company.
Good news for you – ***** for us.
Still, I think no less of you.
You inspire me,
Immaculately-skinned one.

I think you and Freddie will have a whale of a time.
You will meet him soon enough.

I nearly kissed a boy – you know that?
His name was Simphiwe – he was black.
That would have killed the Old Bull.