An old codger stared deep in his beer,
Beset by irrational fear,
That some quirk of fate
Made him fancy his mate,
And he might, without knowing, be queer!
Tag: queer
Moment of truth
He woke up with the thought “Am I queer?”
He just couldn’t shake the idea…
His fondness for pearls…
Though he did quite like girls…
Not to lie with so much… just lie near.
Pen friends
Dear Sir. Now I’m thinking more clearly,
Sex has affected me queerly.
Pray, tell me when
We might do it again.
Perhaps Saturday night? Yours sincerely.
As the crow flies
I’m as straight as the flight of the crow,
I will make you a promise mate, though,
If I ever turn queer
You’re certain to hear,
In fact, to be first one to know!