Two Brazen Vixens

We used to have a wonderful crew at work. Sixteen, men who thought alike. Then someone upstairs decided to hire two female engineers. They hired the wrong two. These interlopers are not demure, dainty or feminine. They are brazen vixens. With their bobbed hair and their wanton ways. They read the financial pages, as if they understand them. More like men than women, they are manly women. Independent thinkers. Way too brassy. Too bold, too confident, too vocal. We make fun of them from the window. Because we dare not do it in person.