Blue (or A Boy Called Fay) - IP (sort of)

Preggers our ol’ Maureen was, 
she hoped it weren’t a gal. 
A happy little bunny ‘cos 
for Bert, at last, a pal! 

So blue the bootees and the bed, 
no candy pink in sight. 
Blue too, the mood of daddy Fred, 
itching for a fight. 

A lass was what he wanted now, 
to spoil and dress in pink. 
And what did Maureen know, the cow? 
Slappers cannot think! 

So tho’ the sprog sported a dick 
Fred had it christened Fay. 
With parents so God-awful thick 
Small wonder Fay was gay.