Week of Love: The Ballad of Birdo

Alright let me get this out of the way before I begin: I am well aware that this isn’t a Ballad. It’s a Sonnet, more specifically a Shakespearean Sonnet in two parts. Who doesn’t love a nice spot of poetry every now and then and I would like to dedicate this one to the much maligned Mario character, Birdo. I’ve always had a certain respect for the fellow, being the first Transgender character in gaming and all. I say its high time we celebrate diversity a little bit at Leviathyn, these week of love articles have been great (there’s even been poetry before me), but have had an unmistakably hetronormative skew to them (bar this little bit of fiction). In no way do I mean this as an indictment of those articles, not at all, I just saw my chance to be a bit different is all. So without further ado, please enjoy!

The Ballad of Birdo

Part 1

There is something I’ve wanted to ask,

What is your definition of Beauty?

Please respond to my simple task,

My dearest, dinosaur,Yoshi.


My answer should be no surprise

To you, I commit myself.

Your tongue and length, they cross my eyes

with a feeling of peculiar health.


Enviously, I watch the plumber mount

you and ride away on adventures bold.

My wish is to climb you and then recount

the times we thought we’d last til old.


Then recount the times we had in your house,

This time you be the cat and I the bomb throwing mouse ;).


Part 2

Remember riding back to back

in your kart across the mushroom bridge?

We’d throw our eggs at all on the track,

And stand together atop the ridge.


Or playing tennis side by side,

on that special court we built together,

Winning when we could, taking defeat in our stride,

I always thought those days would last forever.


But I know I wasn’t honest with you,

about the reality of my gender.

You’re gone now, it hurts too much to be true,

the moments we shared, they were true and they were tender.


I know your happy now, and maybe its for the better

that I leave you to your life, and never send this letter…


Isn’t that strange. I just wrote a two part sonnet about a gay, cross dressing, dinosaur from a franchise whose main character is the Italian equivalent to John Carter. And yet, I think (I hope), I just told a pretty relatable story. It’s about a break up, everyone’s been dumped before and everyone’s been hurt before. There’s something here pertaining to the discussion of transformative nature of fan fiction, but there’s something more important than that first. Remember that bit in Pokemon: The First Movie where Meowth discusses the nature of difference with his clone? He said:

We do have a lot in common. The same air, the same Earth, the same sky. Maybe if we started looking at what’s the same instead of always looking at what’s different…well, who knows?”.

If you can relate to a pink skinned monster named Birdo by way of a shared life experience, then maybe it isn’t so hard to do the same with your fellow humans, regardless of which gender they love.

I’ll get off my soap box now. Next time: Less preaching or video games.