Are you gay?
Or are you straight?
We must know now.
We just can't wait.
We think you are,
but we're not sure.
The answers
are so obscure.
We pass your mate
in the hall.
She passes us
and says "bonjour!"
We asked her if
the rumers are ture.
"Do you love her?"
She said "i do."
We shook her hand,
said "it's okay."
No one minds
that you are gay.
