Poem: That Dress Isn't Mine!

“That Dress Isn’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!