Of Women… and Men

One day the men of the world bristled,

At the women and their gall –

The women who always made them feel

That they were good for nothing at all!

Coffees in the morning,

Breakfasts, dinners and lunch,

Cakes followed, and cookies, and snacks,

And the cocktails even covered the brunch!

The men never cooked any meals you see,

They never helped around the house –

And even when it came to minding the kids,

They squirreled away like a mouse!

The women never said anything, of course,

But it was there for all to see;

So the men thought and thought; and thought and thought and thought,

How they would ever equal, the Queen Bee?!  

Then they came up, with a brilliant plan,

Which they thought would never fail;

Their women were sure to fall for their trick,

The maidens, so fair, and frail –

So they bought them clothes and trinkets,

And diamonds and emeralds, so swell;

And then they got them beautiful houses,

And thought they’d done pretty well!

The women had never desired these things,

But they knew their men real well,

So they decided to be smart about this,

And never a soul, to tell.

Or maybe the dear, sweet women took pity,

On their poor men, by Jove!  

And pretended to like the baubles, the clothes,

When all they ever wanted was love!

And so the story goes, that men,

Thought women, loved all the material things;

While women lived snug in the knowledge that,

They gave their men, the wings!