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'LADY POETS'

I want to write, perhaps some prose?
Ignore the pile of unwashed clothes
But no amount of Elysian dreams
Can compete with infant-screams

Woe is me, my pen must wait
My urgent longing to create
A woman's work is never done
No time for writing rhyme or pun

But I wonder - as I dust
Why must life be so unjust?
Did Tennyson forget his brook
To peel potatoes, and be cook?

Did Wordsworth leave his daffodils
To wash the windows, wipe the sills?
And you can bet that Browning chappie
Never changed a baby's nappy!

Of lady poets, there are few
There's far too much for us to do
It's don-the-pinny, down-the-pen
And leave creativeness to men!

Britt

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