Young Woman of Today

For her replies a much disagreeable voice Over this daring to rejoice; Any young man’s triggered depression a delight His heart failure by half, her show of might; Not to me different from Arrows of The North Whose poisoned tip summons my wrath. Choosing to in styles sway her hip To ensure that men’s sure steps slip, Admirers’ stops for pleasantries resenting For a handshake an unwilling palm presenting; Often glowering at offences not offered, In tears dissolving for The-Not-Suffered, To soon a lawyer hire for the unproven, Her face lived – a Scalding Oven… All, what her mother had taught her, If she wants to with A Guy go far; Their tutorials always in some closet, Her first lesson “To always seem upset”.