I want you to meet my mum
Oh no, not the mum
That means I could be the one
There goes the fun
Time for a ring
That couple thing
Need a plan
Insanity is in the man
Hun, I’m slightly gay
It’s always been that way
I try to hide it
But it just won't go away
I know babe
That’s what I love about you
You’re feminine too
Man, what have I done
Where do I run
Okay, plan two
Hun, think of the kids
What would they think
Daddy wearing a dress
Their little faces
Such a mess
Don’t worry babe
Take my hand
Let me introduce you
This is my mum
My god, what a body
So fit
Where’s that jeweller
Book the church
I’ll marry her mum
And then some
I’m in love
Babe, don’t get carried away
There's something I have to say
It’s about my mum
Hun, tell me all
Write it, ten feet on the wall
Watch me fall
Babe, my mum’s my dad
Aren't you glad
You being that way too
So understanding
It was like God sent you
Okay, I've kind of went numb
Something just registered
Call me dumb
But It seems to me
Or maybe I’m slow
Have I just joined a feckin freak show.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Humor
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Comments4
Not only a fun read but a parody of life today and a satire of how it is treated. A lovely write that gives one something to think about.
Yes nobody is who they are today.
Well said. Your poem deals with a conversation between two partners as one prepares to introduce the other to their mother, who is revealed to have a non-traditional identity. The humor and tension arise from the speaker's anxiety about societal norms, acceptance, and the fear of judgment from family and society regarding their relationship and identity. We are who we are. I have some beautiful Gay friends whom I love so much; their hearts are so pure.
He\'ll not do that again. Why, actually, he probably will.
An adage of old, if I may be so bold: 'Honesty is the best policy'.
His brains lie between his legs, but he's learning. lol
Paul, this is a sharp, uncomfortable exploration of desire colliding with identity and social panic. The humor draws us in, but what lingers is the fear of what gets revealed when control slips. It doesn’t resolve cleanly…and that unresolved edge is exactly what gives it weight. Well done! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
He sure learned a lesson in gender in more ways than one.
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