Just a few months ago, I heard a troublesome tale,
About a man who wore tank-tops – a homosexual male.
While he cut my hair, he did woefully confess,
That he'd got himself into a terrible mess.
"Major disaster, darling; I've been living a lie!"
He said like a diva, and started to cry.
As he put in my highlights, he began to tell,
Of his elderly Mother who'd become very unwell.
If she had known that her son was a gay,
She'd say "That's a lie, he swings the right way!"
Being a born homophobe, and a little senile,
She was convinced he was straight, and in complete denial.
So lying in her death bed, Mother whispered to Julian
"If you
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