When shall we three meet again

The Isley Brothers, Bill and Jane?

 

From my birth I’ve been called Bill

Occasionally I feel male still,

Being born with cock and balls

I use the Gents when paying calls.

 

Sometimes though I don’t feel like him

That’s when I’m Jane with home-made quim

And when I’m in my lady mode

That’s when my nudger’s in the road.

 

At other times this old heart

Of mine takes on another part;

That’s when I’m neither butch nor femme

Or even one – I’m “They” or “Them”.

 

There are times when I get confused

But surely it’s for me to choose;

And just as I might choose my sex

I’ll also choose my species next;

It follows from this monologue

I’ve every right to be a frog.

 

The Isleys, Kermit, she and he

Can be just what we want to be.

Now you might think this rank stupidity

No way, Hose; it’s gender fluidity.