Men to Women

[Lord Sesshomaru]

'ello this is just something that Akina, Syeira, and I came up with. Blame H. S. Hines for her You Brother Looks Like Your Sister, and Tsuzuki's friend on The Other Boleyn Girl.

The Cross-Dressing Boland Girl

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When he comes to town,
Do you ever think.
With his Go-Go boots,
And the skirt and bodice.
To ask him,
“Miss where’s west,”

Strutting around,
With his petticoat.
You could have swore.
He was bitch slapping people,
along the way.
How many times,
Have you been in a situation.
Were he has threatening you,
For calling him ‘miss’.

With his flowing long black hair,
Blowing in the breeze.
How could you not,
Mistaken him for a she.
How many people,
Has it been.
That he fed to his wolves,
For such a minor mistake.

Oh how it must be embarrassing,
For his companions to travel with him.
How does it feel,
When someone comes up to you.
And says,
Right to you.
“Hey guess what,
He’s the Other Boleyn Girl.”

Name credit goes to Akina-san

[都Tsuzuki筑]

OMFG *is dying of laughter* I'm so sending this to Katie^^ xD

[Lord Sesshomaru]

Mesha got more, say hello to Miroku's turn xD.

Priestess at work

How does it feel,
When a guy comes up to you.
And he asks,
“will you bear my child,”
Oh the irony of it all,
When that’s what you would say.
As well to a girl.
But sadly for the man,
You reply “I’m a guy,”

How does it feel,
When you come up to a woman.
Asking her,
“Would you bear my child.”
To only get,
A red cheek in the end.
Did you ever think,
That maybe they don’t think you as a pervert.
But a lesbian girl,
Asking such a question.

With your purple robe,
Down to your ankles.
Who wouldn’t,
Mistaken it for a dress.
With your short ponytail,
Who wouldn’t say.
“Priestess please,
Exorcise this demon for me,”

Don’t feel bad,
My dear friend.
Your not the only one,
With such feminism.
Now try telling that,
To the female dog in your group.[/center]
Credits of some ideas go to Sy and Akina.

[都Tsuzuki筑]

Ahhhh lol!!!!!

[Lord Sesshomaru]

]More, MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHA.

Little puppy

When it comes to,
Someone to tap your shoulder.
Very mistaken,
Thinking you were a girl.
Could you tell me,
All the times.
That the guy would react,
When you turn.
“Oh my fucking god,
I thought you were a girl.”

I mean,
With your long silver locks.
Your manicured nails,
And cute ears.
Who could tell the difference,
Between you and a woman.
How cute is it,
When you draw your sword.
With it’s pretty decoration,
Of a fluffy thing near the hilt.

Who wouldn’t want to,
Rub your ears.
So cute,
Like Paris Hilton’s Chihuahua.
Like they always say,
Your man’s best friend.
Even more if they only knew,
You weren’t what they thought you were


Please tell the count,
Of the people’s head you cut off.
In a silly little rage of yours,
For calling you a she.
At least your don’t have to,
Hide under your bed.
Waiting for the monthly wrath,
Of a wife to pass.

[都Tsuzuki筑]

'Like Paris Hiltons Chuahua'
*Lmao!*