Yes, I was around in the 60’s,
When those strange females had their say;
Like that weird creature, Germaine Greer.
Me, be like her, there’s no way.
They called themselves the feminists.
There is nothing feminine I can see,
About scorning perfume and deodorant.
Don’t wear make-up, was their plea.
I am a woman and proud of it,
Why should I want to look and smell like a hag?
I did not burn my bra, because it is handy
To haul up the bits which now sag.
I did it for my own satisfaction,
Not as they claim, for the benefit of man.
I took pride in my appearance,
You say that, Germaine Greer, if you can.
They claimed to want to be equal
To men; but who really cares?
Real women know their place in society.
We’ve been superior for thousands of years.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
haha but i guess its true