Confession

Give me a break, enough already! Censure thrown round like confetti On the biased philes and phobes That sit between my ear lobes Oh! I’ll come clean I’ve prejudice In choosing whom to hug and kiss When England take to football field I pray the other side will yield But not within my catechism: Pre judge with a rigid ‘ism’ Love each race no predetermines All folk, even French and Germans Gender? save in sporting race Make your own choice of airs and grace There is one sphere I must confess (Enforced by no undue duress) I make no bones on this decree Unquestioned: WIFE SUPREMACY!