I like to wear my mummy’s clothes
Spider lashes too
and sneak into her wardrobe
to slip on high-heeled shoes

I like to use the brightest red
Lipstick smudged and fat
A snaking feather boa
A coat of fake fur cat

I like to head bang in a wig
Style the latest trends
Then leap before the mirror
to greet my favourite friend

Now new, improved and fabulous
bouncing on my bed
pretending I’m in concert
I sing and shake my head

The toys watch in astonishment
screaming, "We want more!"
Just Action Man is scowling
so I shove him in the drawer

The big finale, here I go
Screeching out my song
I bounce towards the ceiling
and feel that I belong

I crash land from my fantasy
Thudding from great heights
when in he storms, my daddya
And growls, “You’re never right!”

He turns the music down and shouts,
“Take off your mum’s things!”
He doesn’t know when dressed up
I feel that I have wings

I cry because he’s furious
I ask why he’s annoyed
“Dressing up’s for girls,” he says
“And you’re a little boy!”

©2009 Mark Bird