Farding
In certain countries, they bombard
The populace with police and guard.
I wonder how they would regard
A woman who just loves to fard.
Perhaps her face is acne-scarred
Or freckled, blotched or wrinkle-marred;
Would she be feathered (after tarred)
Because she takes the time to fard?
We women know that life is hard.
From certain places, we are barred.
Yet female rights we can’t discard
And one remains the right to fard!
So next time, on the boulevard,
Or even in your own backyard,
Just flaunt what once was tubed or jarred
And show the world how well you fard!
*to fard: to paint the face with cosmetics
(a word I’d never heard before)
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