Amazon Grace! You seek a gown
To best the likes of me
In lace and chintz, you're sure to drown,
Or jump insane with glee.
'Twas Grace who started my career
And Grace my hair conceived.
How precocious, that Grace's sneer
When tips I failed to heed.
Through many pageants, shows and Chers
I've traipsed the drag queen walks
It's Grace who's brought me through with flare
And Grace my looks unlocks.
My agent promised shows for me
The crowds and lights are lures,
I show my brilliant pedigree
To spite the drunken boors.
When (dread!) these nails and hair shall fail,
My show girl life shall cease,
Return shall I my looks to male
My bust must lose its lease.
But give my fans ten thousand beers
To hide my face undone
And pin them to their natty chairs
So none can stand and run.
© 2003 Jason C. Jones