The Woman of My Dreams Is a Transgender

I learned that the woman of my dreams isn't a filly.
Just a few nights ago, I learned that she has a willy.
I'm in a bar and I'm going to go on a bender.
The girl of my dreams is actually a transgender.
I should've known because of her flat chest that is hairy.
I've been making love to a transgender and that is scary.
He or she became a transgender to be able to follow women in bathrooms.
But yesterday he did that to Hulk Hogan's wife and then he was doomed.
Hogan turned her every way but loose.
Then he stuck her willy in a light socket and it was juiced.
Then Hogan threw her in a recycling bin.
I dated a transgender but never again.

(This is a fictional poem.)