Name being Khris she calls me what's short for either Margarette or Margarine,
The very random joke is that I have the alter ego of Marge Balk the cross dressing teen
So in one of her sleeps which she has many of,
she witnesses the happiest moment of my life as I'm in some female wedding cloth.
As she tells me I joke "is my afro nice and bigger by a nice bit?
If so how on earth did the veil fit!?"
I don't even know how this alter ego of mine came into place,
to be honest if there is a sight I can't stand it's one man within anothers face.
Author notes
Regan is my friend and she ahd a dream of me getting married and I was in the wedding dress. To clear things up before I get flamed for anything, or the last line I'm not a homophobe. I have my thoughts but yeah, not a homophobe.
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I couldn't understand half of what you said here, there are so many spelling mistakes and this aint no poem, this is more like a short story.
Sorry but, I'll DQ you, you just dont add up to any of the rules. -
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it's as much of a poem as it is a short story
there weren't many mistakes and I don't think they got in the way of reading it either
but fair enough anyway
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