He paints his lips with **** hot pink,
Mum, please, it's not what you think!
Now go and wash your face in the sink!
Tears now pour with every blink.

His nails shine bright red,
but he's a man born and bred.
What on Earth would his father have said?
He'd scrub it off til his fingers bled.

His skin is tanned gentle light orange,
there is no way he can ever change,
the ones who think he can are somewhat deranged.
There is no other life up for exchange.

He dyes his hair sunshine yellow,
to make a change, someone might say 'hello.'
But 'go away you freak' is just what they bellow,
spitting words at him that are colder than snow.

His tight t-shirt is luscious grass green,
he's over those ****** for being so mean.
This clever, funny and gorgeous queen,
is the most confident he has ever been!

His bright eyes are turquoise,
and he only has them for other boys.
Who gives a **** about all the killjoys?
It won't be him who feels destroyed.  

His jacket looks dapper in navy blue.
You've got insults for him? Then join the queue!
He's found his man and their love is true.
Their social acceptance is way overdue.

On their wedding day the theme was violet,
they danced and kissed and fed each other chocolate.
They overcame hatred from mindless idiots,
and from this they found a love that is endlessly passionate.