"One ponders twin strands as one wanders through lands..." Geschlechtes or Of Kinds: A Nonsense in Rhyme

One ponders twin strands
as one wanders through lands
where no circumspect man’s ever been.
And none more than the one
where the men are all women
and all of the women are men.
Guys are gals. Moms are Dads.
Sisters? Bros! Lasses? Lads!
Boys are girls. L’hommes are femmes. So it goes.
Hes are shes. Hims are hers.
But a question occurs:
How’s one know how one knows how one knows?