It's slicin' time--
He'll be out and won't feel a thing.
He'll be pole-free;
To divest, that has been his dream.

It's time to be riven, post cut off at the hair.
He'll be living as "Ann,"
Toss one cup. . .get two for mams gird.

The gyne thing--keep knifin' through. . .
Away the pole, then slotted slough.
The gyne thing revealed at "V."
Gents crow at dance: "Don't lead me!"

Oh there went nads.
Like a cod, he has been deboned.
And for bust mooring,
He started to be siliconed.

Was time to be riven, post cut off at the hair.
She'll be given a hand
By gents who think he's a glam bird.

The gyne thing the knife did do.
Away the pole for boffin' Sue.
The gyne thing reveals a "she". . .
Can now wear pants or mini.

"He"'s in the past. . .
Now a boat with no mast;
Bosuns'll ply oar in this dinghy.
They'll put "her" hand there, where they stand
Then they'll say, "Make romance with me."
Seamen schemin', seamy.

Gives love a try,
But needs practice to get it right.
The mug's boring
The docs made one flap extra tight.

This "hymen" is riven,
Pole trolls this faux lair.
She makes love to a man
Afterward, drinks and a bite to eat.

The gyne thing the knife did do
There's a new role--that's boffin' Stu
A minor kink has he as she:
Pan* needs depilatory.


*slang for "face"