Ballade of Women's Indignation

by MortalWombat

Loudly may bray the male chauvinist,
  Hailing us back to our wifely modes:
Brother, it's Princes like you we've kissed
  Who, married, revert into toads!
  Families or forklifts - we'll choose our loads,
    No thanks to you and your wails of woe.
  (You've come a long way, baby, down hostile roads
    But you've still got a long way to go!)

Gentleman-poets, politely pissed
  At the lady-in-waiting who, waiting, explodes,
And gets a bit grabby for what she has missed -
  Gentleman-poets write ballades and odes
  As their female relatives flee their abodes
    With one word for them, and the word is 'NO'.
  (You're marching, baby, your yoke corrodes,
    But you've still got a long way to go!)

Surely the livid misogynist
  Will bellow at Bella, and poke his goads
At Steinem, Friedan, and an endless list
  Of figurehead 'leaders' and episodes.
  Their overexuberance discommodes
    The nattering neo-Petruchio;
  (You're moving, babe, but the future bodes
    That you've still got a long way to go!)

-l'envoi-

  Prince, time has altered the feudal codes.
    So time will soothe this imbroglio.
  (But watch out, baby, 'cause time erodes,
    And you've still got a long way to go!)