International day of woman it is honor by each her and his Remember this day no matter which way all born from a womb not a whiz
Now whizzes essential tis true In getting things started on cue Yet a shout and a squirt Are but a blipped blurt On the landscape that brought you to you
Was a small bairn less than three
Fascinated with his mum’s swelling belly
When he found out a baby was growing inside
He said with a grinning pure possible pride
That he’d switch and not a man but a woman he’d be
The young mum had raised him sweet and so dear
Without a hint of gender constraining bar here
Looked at her bright eyed small son
knew the time had so early begun
The creative input of father made clear
A woman’s hand rocks the cradle - all that
But wears also on head many a hat
From draped burka flowed land
To conducting a band
A woman is far more off her rocker than that!
honor by each her and his
Remember this day
no matter which way
all born from a womb not a whiz
In getting things started on cue
Yet a shout and a squirt
Are but a blipped blurt
On the landscape that brought you to you
Fascinated with his mum’s swelling belly
When he found out a baby was growing inside
He said with a grinning pure possible pride
That he’d switch and not a man but a woman he’d be
Without a hint of gender constraining bar here
Looked at her bright eyed small son
knew the time had so early begun
The creative input of father made clear
But wears also on head many a hat
From draped burka flowed land
To conducting a band
A woman is far more off her rocker than that!