Transgender Fender Bender
Sensational headline drives poem
Normally, I would not wish an accident on any body, on any day. For my next birthday, though, An accident is exactly what I’m wishing fo’ Nothing too serious No broken bones, no blood, no lasting trauma… I gave it some thought And the best place for this accident is in a parking lot With cars. Lots of cars. And willing participants. Driving experience does not matter. Between good and bad drivers, I prefer the latter. Last but not least We need a good priest. Just kidding! We need fairies to make wishes come true. For this one, we need a news crew too. Fairies love a good rhyme. Maybe that’s why some wishes, Despite all manner of petition, Come not to fruition. It’s because they, The some-wishes, Simply don’t rhyme. So count, with me this time. One. Two. Three. Take a deep breath Wait! I almost forgot. I must be overwrought. No wonder. I’m so excited. The Headline, The Rhyme, The Story… Well, two out of three ain’t bad. Sorry. Anyway, yeah, we need someone transgender For this fender bender. They make a good headline If that’s what you’re into. Headlines, I mean. =L=
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