The vixens den.
Each one of us had this type of parent like no other,
She always seemed to be there without ever being called,
Nothing we did would ever see her appalled,
Well I recall mine as always and forever being seen,
Like a manager of a football team 11 players and 2 sub’s 13,
I was born in the latter half my number was eight,
And for every meal that was cooked I was usually a bit late,
My manager was good and held back a warm platter of food
For her little team got fed it didn’t matter her mood,
In a flat with three bedrooms we all of us resided,
All the girls in one room, the boys in the other it was decided,
The boy’s room was really quite very small,
And three of us in there thank god none of us were tall,
Yet in the girls room there were all of them ten,
No boys allowed and when we tried we were ran,
I don’t recall ever into their room would I have crept,
I see the brother do it once and when he came out he just wept,
And when I asked him why he cried having escaped the room,
Anyone foolish enough to go in there is facing eternal doom,
There are ten of them he said and I tell you no lies,
If you venture in they will scratch out your eyes,
And should you push in little more then your head,
The first five will attack you and you might end up dead,
The other five will sit and watch as they’re older,
And god help you if you decide to be brave or bolder,
Pull him in they’ll shout from the safety of their hive,
The things they will do make you sorry you’re alive,
They have weird looking things with straps and hooks,
While over your body they beat you with books,
All we have compared to them is a lousy old comic,
And one bed between us now that’s a bit ironic,
But I ventured into that vixen’s den,
While they were out missing all of the ten,
That place was a mess the floor covered in clothes,
While I searched for goodies the door opened I froze,
My screams were heard and all ten returned,
They tied me up shouting to the stake you’ll be burned,
Thank heaven for an angel, who appeared like no other,
My savour my hero god bless my poor mother.
16.10.2011
Chivalry
The age of chivalry towards women is fading real fast,
Sure what did they think it would forever last?
Lets be honest no man can figure out what a woman needs?
These days god help him if he does her good deeds,
Do you think I’m helpless she screams in his ear,
Driving chivalry from his brain in fear,
Some get highly indignant if you hold open a door,
And if looks could kill you’d be dead on the floor
Try offering them a seat to rest on a bus,
Sit down you fool and don’t make such a fuss,
Do I look like I need to be sat on your seat?
So you can feel good and stand shifting your feet?
It doesn’t matter if they are young or old,
Drop the act is what you will be told,
And while most men are just trying to be nice,
More often then not there is always a price,
Women of the world have just the same rights,
As men who end up in plenty of fights,
And argue and row to uphold their honour,
But all said and done chivalry is a goner,
These days they’re more likely to point out their ex,
And tell you his faults and how she dropped him by text,
But they use it when needed to get their own way,
This new breed of woman just has to play,
If a woman hits a man he must have done something bad,
If a man does the same he is nothing but a cad,
They can get away with murder calling it self defence,
A man gets 20 years in jail it doesn’t make sense,
Carrying bags for old ladies was the norm not a phase,
You will end up in jail if you try that these days,
Six months you’ll get locked up in the slammer,
And a male judge will impose it with a slap of his hammer,
The age of manners and chivalry is leaving us fast,
Most men are now scared they know it wont last,
And men will be blamed for causing it to come to this end,
What man would show chivalry if he thought it would offend,
Let’s not be hasty and try not to forget,
If chivalry dies women will be the cause of its death.
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