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........"

2 comments:

Angela said...

Cast off the shadows of yesterday!
Shoulder to shoulder into the fray!

Thanks for these, Mike; they're great.

Laura said...

Thanks for these, Mike. They are terrific.

Those ladies rocked!