Y is for the yak who muscles up
To become a bison. Narcissus
On mirrors, the buff brawned Hercules.
Y is for yellow, from jaundice to gold
Of skin tone and glow of youth.
Y is also a little chromosome
That make the testicles sink
And the keratin sprout and a little
Soprano voice go down an octave.
And Y is only the tip of an iceberg, it is a streak
Of DNA that hides every centimeter
Of our manliness. Y is for yeti
A furred monster women just cannot resist.
Man and Y are two peas in a pod
And they say Y makes a little tadpole swim,
Impersonating a prince of earthly destiny
Who one day will coronate life