Thursday, April 2, 2009
A Gallery of Suffragist Poetry
For the work of a day,
For the taxes we pay,
For the Laws we obey,
We want something to say.
This is pretty heavy work,
But I'll never, never shirk.
I think we'll get them if we try.
And we shall try until we die.
If I can vote, why not propose?
If I am bold you must excuse me.
I've loved you ages, goodness knows!
And don't you dare, Sir, to refuse me.
A Suffragette you're going to wed
and after you've been quite well dead
your friends will gather round and say:
"A nice 'enuff fellow in his henpecked way,"
But you'll chip up with "Well! Well! Well!
This ain't so bad, this place called H........"