I'm not sure if I'm a very good poet, so for Big M's 2nd anniversary, I'd thought I'd try to write an Ode to Big Mama.
Here goes... (Hope you don't think it sux!)
ODE TO BIG MAMA
by BRIDEGUY
Big Mama, big and white,
You make many a day big and bright,
I may be a man and not a real bride,
But I like the feel of your taffeta on my side,
You're the Mother of my clothes I declare,
though I don't touch women's underwear,
I am a man who's not into neck ties,
I prefer some crinoline against my thighs
Your sequins and pearls go straight to my brain,
You take up space in my living room, with your train,
You have the power to make one feel like a Princess,
But since I'm a man, I just feel like I'm cross-dressed.
So wearing you as a man is what I do,
If I where an actual Bride-to-be, I'd get married in you.
But until I find a Bride instead of dressing like one,
In Big Mama is where I'll have my fun.
Splash.