Today is not Friday the thirteenth
but Thursday the 8th of March
not yet April
but March will stir his tail still
Women's Day, what a weak name
we thought it brings us fame
not noticed in years
the bullet went through the church, so many tears
I like to sit right, but not in the car
if I have to pose for a passport photo
well ladies around the world
sit straight or only right or left for the photo
with just sincere soul
wishing you a cozy Women´s Day
the rains though smallest drops
make today a miserable Women's Day
the bright sun has disappeared
OK wishing you all nice ginger cookies
and drinking tea together
do not forget grandmother's apple pie
don´t bother
brother!
my premier poem about Women´s Day
yes they accept the lesbian and the gay
the transgender must stay at bay
their problem could be discussed
in the next generation, what a fuss!
AD. Thursday 8 March 2018
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The bright sun has disappeared but wishing you all nice ginger cookies. This poem is very brilliantly penned that talks about social issues. All persons should get equal rights. Women's should get their rights and freedom to rise in society as bright sun rises in sky. An amazing sharing is done...10
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