The hairy lady and the bosomy man
hold hands, look at each other, and smile.
Not all birds fly.
The platypus lays eggs.
and mudskippers breathe through their skin.
Get out the mixer, toss in
a handful of androgens
dollop of oestrogen,
shake it and serve
with a cherry on top.
If you have any thoughts on this poem, Jill Boucher
would be pleased to hear them.