Diddle-Daddle Poem by Doris Cornago

Diddle-Daddle



Hey diddle-daddle, you fell from your saddle

You don't even own a horse but dreamed you do

Now you are riding away to the grand bayou

Wearing your trusty gun by your side, tipped

Your hat to sweet lady hoping she would ride.


Hoping to end up with daddle, too much doodle

Rome was not build in a day, so how can you?

You flash her your handsomest smile, but no

She's just lonely for talk, you couldn't poke

So, where else to go but alley or corner store.


Men are such pokers, while women prefer to look

Drinking in a bar, just enjoying cool band music

Men would make all allusions, foregone conclusions

Wanna dance, a dude suggests, lady did not take it

Went red in the face and walked away, bill unpaid.


Hey diddle-daddle, you fell from your saddle

You don't even own a horse but dreamed you do

Now you are riding away to the grand bayou

Wearing your trusty gun by your side, tipped

Your hat to sweet lady, wanna force her to ride?

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem is both a complaint and a pun against sexism. Sexism is discrimination based on gender, especially discrimination against women. Men are generally guilty of attitudes, conditions, or
behaviors that promote stereotyping of social roles based on gender. When a man encounters a woman drinking all by herself in a bar, he usually concludes only one thing in his mind - she is looking for an encounter. When a woman is taken against her will (I am avoiding that word so as not to be censored) , people will often condemn her for 'encouraging' the vicious act.
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