My friend Sally is a little femme,

But it’s weird, cause she doesn’t like men.

The Nile has lots of sediment,

And Third Eye Blind has a speech impediment.

Sally’s got ten fingers and toes,

But I wonder where that other appendage goes?

She has brown hair, and sometimes a mustache, too,

And she also stands up when she goes to the loo….

Across Pflumm street, with her pants down, Sally ran,

And, Oh yeah…you guys…Sally’s a man…

Who is not quite as skinny as a beanpole

But who has gobs and gobs of soul.

Who can be the best of friends,

and is still there for you at the end(s).

Who will look at my poem and think,

“boy this thing really does stink.”

But will still smile and tell me it’s good

Because she will never be rood.

rood=rude…lol cause it rhymes….

lol this is my dedication to Nicole…and although you may never believe it, that was probably the best poem I will ever write.