On Liberated Women Poem by Sidi Mahtrow

T’is sad, t’is true,
There is really nothing new.
For in Hudibras of old
The use of a bull’s pizzle is told*.

Taken by the lady of the hour
Gives her lover, a fair share
Commands him to become her servant
Or much more, for this tyrant.

And for his part, he doth become
A party to the misery of some
That dare not express a whimple
For his case is just that simple.

Let her become the master of the house
And the winner of the daily purse
As she is liberated now
Although working more - some how.

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Butler’s Poetical Works, vol.1, pp162, line 701, Part the second, Canto II.