John was a lad, through and through, loved his football and barbecue.
Rugged jeans and flannel shirts, muddy boots and no time for skirts.
One day John stumbled, quite by surprise, Upon some makeup, and oh, his eyes! He thought he'd just have a bit of a laugh, But the mirror showed a different path.
With a brush of blush and a dash of gloss, John felt a sparkle, no longer at a loss. A wig of curls, a dress so fine, He twirled and thought, “These suits me fine!”
He ditched the hammer and the spanner, for nail polish in a vibrant manner.
Changing his mucky t-shirt, for flowing skirts that caught the breeze, oH what a tease.
His mates gasped, "Oh, what a change!" But John just laughed, "Ain't life strange?" He strutted in heels, with newfound grace, A beaming smile on his painted face.
They went to the pub, watched the game, but now John’s cheers weren’t quite the same. With glitter and glam, “Go team!” A fabulous sight in the stadium gleam.
Weekends meant spa days, face masks and all, Shopping for dresses each time he’d call. He found joy in colours, in fabrics and style, embracing his journey with flair and a smile.
Life as a man, with a twist so sweet, John found his rhythm, a brand-new beat. For being true to oneself, as he had learned, brought a happiness he’d always yearned.
So, here’s to John now Jackie, both rugged and fair, who found his joy in mascara and hair. Life’s a dance, so twirl and prance, whethr in boots or in a dress, just take a chance!