Humpty Dumpty was a girl.
Her parents’ marriage was a swirl.
Her mommy always called her “Humpty”
Her daddy always called her “Dumpty”
One day when she crossed the street
While only looking at her feet—
“Watch out, Humpty!” yelled her mother;
“Look out, Dumpty!” screamed her father.
And before the car could hit her
(she was hit first by the fact that she had been so confused throughout her entire life by this crack in her identity caused by her parents using her as a battleground to settle their nasty divorce issues—they couldn’t even agree on her name, God!)
Her eggshell cracked
Her yolk divided
She filled the cobblestone lopsided.