"Those Dresses Aren't Mine!"

People aren't always what they seem!

“Those Dresses Aren't Mine!”

 

People come to visit, and when they think I’m not looking,

 

A place in The Cross-Dresser Home they are booking

 

for me, because, well you see

 

things aren’t always what they seem to be

 

My aunt came to stay, so I leant her my room

 

Little did I know my reputation it would doom,

 

for the nasty things that people would think

 

when hanging there is not a man’s shirt, but a slink-y

 

chiffon little number; they automatically assume it’s mine

 

But I’ve got news for them; chiffon’s not fine

 

with me; I don’t like that look, and anyway

 

IT’S NOT MY DRESS; how many times must I say

 

it?  I’m all about construction clothes , and other manly dress,

 

but denying it’s not enough for you, I guess!

 

Reviews

[Britt]

ooh, good poem!

[Michael Stevens]

Thank you; this poem in no way reflects my actual life; except, chiffon IS pretty!

[Britt]

it is pretty. i meant to write more, but i accidently hit submit. lol

[Michael Stevens]

I know the feeling; even though that has NEVER happened to me, lol!

[Britt]

yea lucky you. I was like s**t. i wasnt done. & now i dont remember what else I wanted to say. grr.

[Michael Stevens]

Let me see if I can help you out; you were going to add that as a poem, it's funny and brilliant, right? I hope that helps!

[Britt]

i dunno tbh, :P