Stella the Fella

He was by day a line leader,

Working the factories pudding feeder,

No one knew his guilty pleasure,

Or what he did in his weekend leisure,

As he was well respected and knew his job,

Most knew him as pudding line Bob,

He lived alone in a two up two down,

In a quiet street at the other side of town,

Friday afternoon with work done for week,

Was time for Bob to turn into his weekend treat?

Into the wash went his jeans and shirt,

Discarded for a blouse and skirt,

In a box were these high heeled shoes?

Also an array of handbags from which he had to choose,

This would be Bob’s biggest decision,

Something to ponder as he applied make up with precision,

The foundation, mascara, eyeliner and lipstick,

All would be part of the transformation trick,

Jewellery comprised of a bracelet and some ear rings,

He would tuck his bits away wearing one of those camisole things,

The perfume he used was strongly scented,

He would get a taxi down to the bar he frequented,

Hard now to tell this lady was once a fella,

Bob at the weekend became the gorgeous Stella.

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