Rebellion

It was a testosterone driven affair On that very first meeting night Of the oppressed husbands club. They wanted everything just right. The founder didn’t attend. His spouse sent a note. The excuse only being accepted By a tense and very close vote. Officers being elected, The event got under way; Such a special occasion, That strike for freedom day. You could hear the rebellious tones Rising as the pints went surely down Heaven help the public when these Brave souls were loosed on the town. When the door creaked slowly open You could cut the silence with a knife Then the chairman sadly had to leave Having been fetched by his wife. But he didn’t go easily, Having made his stand, By very slowly draining The pint held in his hand. They stood there in respect Followed by loud applause As with a certain dignity He was pulled out through the doors. Oh it was a testosterone driven affair Only slightly spoiled by the fear As that first night progressed And leaving time drew near. There were pledges of fealty And a final rallying shout, And all promised to return If their wives would let them out