There was an old lecher named Skinner
Who took a young lady to dinner.
     He used operants
     To get into her pants;
Behavior-mod got Skinner in-er.

There was a young fellow named Pete,
Whose behavior was somewhat offbeat.
     He'd squash little chicks,
     With shovels and picks,
And sigh when the act was complete.

Homo-erotical Bob
Got his pleasure in life from his job.
     His friends were all kind
     To him in this bind
They found him a lovable slob...  

Must we all be soft and pink
With matching faces that you remember?
Mine is plain

and

God damned strong
With interesting crevices
You might fall into
When not watching out.

I have hands that hold
Gently - that comfort -
That move you to communicate
No Cinderella -
No sleeping beauty -
A soul
A heart
A mind
Testimony that outlives
Miss America's qualifications...