WOMEN ARE PEOPLE!
The fashion comes and goes,
As everybody knows;
Feathers on a last year's hat
Are raggedy to wear;
The white, or lemon, spat
Is beautiful and fair;
Large plaids are not refined;
It's clear to me—and you agree—
That these are tasks enough for woman's mind.
The vote is but a fraud and a deception;
The way to get our will, the way to win
Is not at an election,
But darkly, with a grin.
Not quite without protection,
Not in complete subjection,
But armed with charms superlative we come
To each secluded home.
Thanks to the votes we are too good to cast,
Thanks to the news we have not read for years,
We all assume that every law that's passed
Is due to our unshed, but potent, tears.
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