Quiet Revolution. Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

Let the festivities begin.
We have both mead and metheglin.
In honour of the tribal chief
The cooks roasted a side of beef
And sucking pigs not one but two
So eat as much as you want to.

The great hall rings with merriment
Our finest warriors are content
To eat and drink and listen to
The Gory tales of derring do.
Recited by an ancient bard
Well worthy of a gold award.

The torches in their brackets flare
And drunken men lie everywhere
To sleep it off amidst the straw
Which is spread thickly on the floor.
Tomorrow at the break of day
The womenfolk will clear away.

A woman's work is never done
The warriors have all the fun.
At least that's how it used to be
Today we do things differently.
We share the fun then share the chores.
Although the men complain of course.




The ladies claim equality
The men agree reluctantly.
We have regained the upper hand
A simple man can't understand.
The workings of a woman's mind
Men's brains are of a different kind.

We grant the favours that men seek
Persuade them that they are unique.
We stroke their egos carefully
Manipulate them easily.
Female superiority
Is better than equality.

Saturday,27 October 2012