Garbed as boy,
She ditched her chapeau, shoes, and muumuu.
Slacks and a tie. . .
Boy ruse gives her look of guy.
She'd become bored
Adorned in chapeau, shoes and tutu.
She cut her hair,
Now talks about riflin' bear.

She heaved De Renta for vestation
Worn by a stevedore;
Chichi magazines torn, crumpled, and balled on floor.
Drinkin' with the guys. . .er,
Then she's gotta "geyser."
With a funnel strapped 'round legs,
She let's fly as "sir.

She pens an "epistle" on men's room floor at bar--
Man, too many Genessees!* She streams it too far.
Shoves the ersatz pole in;
Hopes it won't be trollin'
Like that danglin' froufrou, her "train" garb.

Now she's a "he,"
The flirtin' parties' habil'tation's**
Satin and lace.
She trumpets: "Jump on my face!"
She's garbed as guy
And cleverly cached cuke in pants as "bone."
That cached cuke goes with pupu
She can chew-chew at home.

Cached is good food, cached is good food
Cached is wood food, cached is wood food. . . .


*upstate New York brand of beer
**habilitation: clothing