A woman is a mysterious thing, Whose simple, single ‘How’s it goin’?’ Is enough to befuddle a man, To frustrate his focus, To weaken his strength. The women who want to exercise Maximum power in the world By putting on a pair of pants And sitting on a corporate board Or in a senator’s chair Have got it all quite wrong – All they need do Is grab the men-folk rulers By their collars And tell them softly, ‘I love you so!’
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Lynne Smith Neal
12/3/2023 10:31:13 am
Yes. And “grab” gently those collars. Good one Mr. Garlington.
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Walt Garlington
12/5/2023 09:08:59 pm
'Gently' would be a good addition. I will add to my edition of the poem. Thank you Miss Neal!
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AuthorWalt Garlington is a chemical engineer turned writer (and, when able, a planter). He makes his home in Louisiana and is editor of the 'Confiteri: A Southern Perspective' web site. Archives
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