Trance about Trans

He saw they walked in a generic sway.
They too not held any uncommon face,
Is it irony or the other way?

He followed curious, where did they stay?
He found theirs was no peculiar place,
They also talk in a generic way.

He was seen, they asked if he was there to play?
Was given a smile with adoring glace,
Is it irony! Sure the other way.

They asked if from home path he went astray?
He nodded yes, they said do not faze,
Hands clasped, they walked in a generic sway.

Benign, selfsame as him, queer they were nay.
Souls placed vice-versa, for it did they send prays?
Must be irony, what do you say?

Mom thanked but did not smile like they,
Agitated of their transgressing grace,
Boy watched them sad in a generic way,
Is it irony or the other way?