Patriarchal Limerick

 

Those radical change-agents Femen

Set the men-folk to hawin’ and hemin’.

When the girls bared their best,

All the boys were impressed.

(Keep abreast of the movement, you womyn).

 

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My response to today’s ridiculous NaPoWriMo prompt.
The smirk of that Vietnamese poetess really triggered me.
I can’t STAND the type of drivel she writes, so help me God.

Fowl Feminanity

 

The chicken coop unmanned, adrift at sea
Rolls aimlessly upon hormonal swells.
Her crew, well-versed in gynecology
Repaint in pink dull feminism’s hells.
Such lunacy as ovulates their womb
Impels them now to celebrate our doom.

First freed from God, then finally, from men,
The silly sailors, decked like women’s parts
Scold gender’s greater half, like hens, and then
Cluck on, devoid of biologic arts;
Useless fowl, squawking fit to neuter us
Who dare exist without a uterus.

 

MORE VAGINAL POETRY:

Vaginalia

Stoking the Pussyfires

Feline Frenzy


PROMPT #5: incorporate a whole bunch of things into a metaphoric poem