If yesterday you’d asked me

What type of gay am I

I’d tell you in an instant

I’m a woodland cottage bi

 

I’d like to live out all my days

Foraging for mushrooms

To cook in all sorts of ways

After giving baby boops to

 

I’d wander through the forest

Pick some berries, double back

Hidden in the trees like

A ninja lumberjack

 

But honestly, I’d rather

You just throw the cottage out

Let me live beneath the trees

Until my days run out

 

A pillow and a mattress

Lying on the forest floor

The breeze as my alarm clock

The skyline as my door