Cocktails

The hairy lady and the bosomy man
hold hands, look at each other, and smile.
 
Not all birds fly.
The platypus lays eggs.
Starfish self-fertilise,
and mudskippers breathe through their skin.
 
So what?
Get out the mixer, toss in
a handful of androgens
dollop of oestrogen,
shake it and serve
with a cherry on top.
 
Cheers!

Jill Boucher


If you have any thoughts on this poem,  Jill Boucher  would be pleased to hear them.