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Date Posted: 23:28:00 11/24/01 Sat
All poems by Leslea Newman from The Little Butch Book (1998)
*The Alpha-Butch Song*
Adorable Butch who thinks she's tough
Baby Butch just old enough
Charming Butch knows how to flirt
Dashing Butch in low cut shirt
Elegant Butch in tux and tails
Femmey Butch who does her nails
Gorgeous Butch with handsome eyes
Handsome Butch with gorgeous thighs
Impressive Butch who's six feet tall
Jock Butch who can throw a ball
Kiki Butch in dress and boots
Leather Butch who's awfully cute
Married Butch who sports a ring
Nonmonogamous Butch just had a fling
Old-fashioned Butch who's so polite
Packing Butch whose jeans are tight
Queer Nation Butch all dressed in black
Rollover Butch flat on her back
Stone Butch with a heart of gold
Tender Butch who broke the mold
Ultra Butch can fuck all night
Virgin Butch-- a Femme's delight
Wishful Butch too shy to call
X-ray Butch who's seen it all
Young Butch can't get in the bar
Zesty Butch in brand new car
Now I know my A B C's
Which Butch will go out with me?
*The Butch Inside Of Me*
She's sexy and she's dykey
Her hair is kind of spikey
So let's explore her psyche
The Butch Inside Of Me
You'll find her in the pool hall
She plays some very cool ball
But Femmes just make this fool crawl
The Butch Inside Of Me
She opens doors politely
And wears her jeans so tightly
She beds a new girl nightly
The Butch Inside Of Me
If you are a beginner
She'll take you out to dinner
And then make you a sinner
The Butch Inside Of Me
She likes to put a cap on
The nights she wears strap-on
Girls love to take a nap on
The Butch Inside Of Me
So gather all you tall girls
You big girls and you small girls
She's sure to please you all girls
The Butch Inside Of Me
(snap snap)
*The Ballad Of Billy the Butch*
Billy was a handsome Butch
Billy was a dyke
Billy rode a Harley
And how she loved that bike
Billy revved the engine
Billy turned the wheel
Billy loved to ride through town
And hear the Femmes all squeal
Billy was a lady's Butch
Billy loved to tease
Billy met a pretty Femme
Whom she set out to please
Billy wrote a love poem
Billy sent a flower
Billy called her on the phone
And five past every hour
Billy said, "I love you."
Billy said, "Be mine."
Billy said, "I'll pick you up
At quarter after nine."
Billy shined her bike up
Billy rubbed the chrome
Billy really hoped that she
Would ride that Femme back home
Billy slicked her hair back
Billy pressed her shirt
Billy dressed herself real fine
For she was off to flirt
Billy rang the doorbell
Billy held her breath
Billy tried to still her heart
For she was scared to death
Billy didn't wait long
Billy's Femme came down
Billy looked into her eyes
And thought that she would drown
Billy's Femme had long black hair
Billy's Femme was built
Billy felt quite dizzy
Like the world was on a tilt
Billy's legs grew rubbery
Billy was on fire
Billy's hands were burning
With the force of her desire
Billy said, "I need you."
Billy whispered, "Please."
Billy bowed her head real low
And got down on her knees.
Billy's Femme said softly,
"Billy, I love you.
Billy, if you want me
There's one thing you must do."
Billy said, "I'll do it."
Billy said, "Okay."
Billy said, "Just tell me
And your wish i will obey."
"Billy, if you love me
Billy, like you say,
Billy you must prove yourself
And give that bike away."
Billy cried out sharply
Billy's eyes grew wide
Billy's Femme said, "Do it
And I swear I'll be your bride."
Billy's Femme stepped closer
Billy's face grew slack
Billy's Femme gave her a kiss
And Billy kissed her back
Billy took her in her arms
Billy kissed her neck
Billy's loins were quivering
The poor girl was a wreck
Billy pressed against her Femme
Billy felt a thigh
Billy's jeans grew so damn wet
She thought that she would die
Billy's Femme took one step back
"Billy, come inside."
Billy said, "I'll be right back,
I'm taking one last ride."
Billy put her helmet on
Billy dropped her glove
Billy was quite shaky
For at last she knew her love
Billy started up her bike
Billy heard it roar
Billy looked back once to see
The girl she'd kiss no more
Billy was a handsome Butch
Billy was a dyke
Billy rode a Harley
And how she loved that bike
*Who Has Seen The Butch*
Who has seen The Butch?
Neither you nor I,
But when the Femmes bow down their heads
The Butch is passing by.
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