Terms Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

Hotter than a two dollar pistol.
Colder than a tin toilet seat
On the shady side of an iceberg.
You are what you eat.
Kids should be seen and not heard.
You've got the picture, in words!

There is a term that should never be heard,
At all forever in life.
There are only four words in this sentence,
"I'm Just A Housewife! "

No greater challenge has ever been raised
Than the one of mother and wife.
It's in the home the future is fashioned
By master planning of all young lives.

You are "Director Of Future Generations! "
No higher calling has ever been born.
Even if you have no children,
A loving heart in you has formed.

Priorities of the larger society,
Have been somehow turned around.
With movements spouting nonsense,
Trying to bring all women down.

But I say stand up ladies.
Storm the beach like at Normandy.
As "Director Of Future Generations, "
You specialize in priority.