Poems (Merrill)/Song of a Suffragette

by Clara A. Merrill

SONG OF A SUFFRAGETTE

With apologies to A. P. S.

This world would be happy, and lovely indeed,
If the men were banished, of them there's no need;
Now the ambitious women must fight for their due—
With the pesky men-folks we'll have no more to do!

Chorus

   They don 't like to work. Oh no!
   (Men and work don't agree you know.)

With mouth full of Tobacco, at ease near the grate
They'll sit and vehemently expectorate;
And the women are lucky if they can keep out
Of the streaks of tobacco-juice flying about!

Chorus

   And tobacco-smoke fragrant will flow
   In beautiful wreaths, you know!

The women, poor things, must wash, mend and bake,
And should there occur the slightest mistake
The men-folks will growl, and help things along
And emphasize things with language strong!

Chorus

   Their masculine nature they show—
   (Rather growl than work, you know!)

'Tis predicted the time is not far away
When the men-folks, cast down, let the women hold sway;
The men will be piled in one gigantic heap,
Then Perfection's sweet presence the women will keep!

Chorus

   For the women will work, and so
   They'll manage things nicely, you know!