She They

J

Plays with clay, looks a bit cray,

She works her way, day by day

She started to call herself Fey,

Yay, that's a bit gay

She wants us to call her 'they'

Gender is stray, anyway

O'Punny



Hey sonny

You seem dunny

Dreadingly defending your dummy

To a massive army of balmy cunny

Bending the knee is easy,

When you ended up in a spinney

Ancient history leaves another mystery

I'm sorry

Nauseous rumpus

Scenery is a pretty pass

It's pompous anarchy

They call it a spree, a sabbath day's journey

Meet me there at 5 o'clock

I'll spill the tea

For entree there is no fee,

But bitchcakes are not,

if you're not an employee