Feminist

By men’s dismissing laughter challenged, It being sheer insanity ignoring the lips-twisting thing: Round-table talks on it speedily arranged, No more sexual meetings with any man, no fling! By the suckling of her infant measurably scared, Because of its disfigurement of upstanding breast. So, why her at all lecture, preachy lips insensibly bared, Seeing that vanished could be the trust rest. Ceaselessly warming up for her entitled presidency, Very hard for her first tenure, her first-rate jewelry: Any silly story of her electoral defeat to be fought with urgency, If the winner dares dine with her, lethal weapon their cutlery. To-the –core feminist Always is angry with Man… The Nasty, Nosy Animist, Who could never be her fan… And never could her outsmart with a pen. Even with Ingratiating luck not on her side, As now as she was then: The one veritably ingenious but choosing to hide… In deed, literally does bound forward-A laureates: There was one I’d been reading-A poetess.