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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.
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