This is from a friend of mine who used to post here, so if you recognise the style, you're probably right.
Anistasia tried to get him to post this, but was turned down. Through much badgering, I managed to get him to let me and here it is. It's not TG, it's just nice and I think you'd better have a look because it makes you feel good inside.
It's called The Writer
I’ve had all kinds of jobs before
From factory to field
From offices and salons too
My fate was never sealed
And then I wrote a story
It wasn’t very long
But I was disappointed
For it should have been a song
I couldn’t get the lyrics down
The focus wasn’t there
As words turned into sentences
The song just went nowhere
Still I didn’t realise
How thoughts inside my head
Could end up on the paper
Not songs, but prose instead
I chanced upon some story sites
One day when I was free
And came to the conclusion
“Hey, shit, this could be me”
Could I do just as well as these?
Could I write down some prose?
Until I start and finish one
Heaven only knows
Then the words began to flow
And stories did appear
I’m still no good at poetry
I s’pect that’s pretty clear
But now I have direction
Although it doesn’t pay
And whilst I wish with all my heart
It doesn’t work that way
Now I take it step by step
To walk before I run
And write the book, I know’s inside
Meanwhile it’s just some fun
But watch out in your bookstores
For one day I’ll be there
In hardback or in paperback
I really do not care
One day I will be published
I know it in my heart
For now it’s the beginning
And that’s the hardest part
© Nick B May 2007
Here's a little ditty I put together over the last couple of days I thought may interest some. It's only short so there's no excuse for passing it by. If nothing else it'll hopefully make you smile and I'm sure there are some out there who would be interested if it really did exist...
I want to be a girly
Not masculine at all
I’d rather be just five feet six
Than over six feet tall
I’ve tried to change the viewpoint
To show the real me
With clothes, close shaves and makeup
But that’s not what you’ll see
You’ll see a man in ladies clothes
And not the girl inside
It’s kind of only half way there
And that I can’t abide
I only want to be the girl
And nothing else will do
So people see the real me
Female through and through
So since I cannot change my shape
I need a different route
A new way into girlhood
A way to make me cute
I’ve searched and searched for wizards
Like the one from SRU
Or Anya’s gran from bikini beach
To make my dream come true
So meanwhile if you see them
Would you please let me know?
I need a spell to change my bod
And let the girly show
Then I can be the one inside
The one that can’t get out
So if they pass or drop around
Just give me a shout.
Or if you find a spell somewhere
That changes man to girl
I’d be so very pleased indeed
In giving it a whirl
Meantime I’ll just carry on
To search and find a cure
That makes me what I need to be
A woman true and pure