Tranny Boy

Oh, tranny boy, the piping on your ballgown
Is henna, and it doesn't match your eyes.
A bummer. And worse, your corsage is turning brown.
Ill-fitting, too, that dress is the wrong size.

I've just noticed that there's a loose thread. Sew
It up or the whole garment may flow
From your shoulders, because the neck is so low,
Down your body, tranny boy, and fold on the floor.

A makeshift fix: I guess I could be tying
All the loose threads and hope they won't slip free.
Damn! There's a spot; I hope we can be dyeing.
To hide it so that no one else can see.

At least the rear has threading that's not ugly.
The seams are clean and neat, and it's lint-free.
Though you're a male, you nonetheless look lovely.
And now your date is here, and her name is Rodney.