Coming Out

He told his mum that he was gay

And familiar language changed that day.

As poof was a word she could not say,

Her footstool became the lounge pouffee.

Something strange was no longer queer

Everything was now odd, my dear.

And Elizabeth Two was not the Queen

It was Her Majesty on the screen.

She now checked out his every mate

Asking if they were gay or straight.

And if two girls came to stay

She wondered if they leaned ‘that way’

He had to say, Mum please don’t fuss

You’re just exhausting all of us.

My friends, except the odd one or two,
Are as varied and normal as me and you.