Hark the Wealthy Women Come to Praise Virginia Woolf

 

They saunter in the springtime air and say that they’re so

fair

Trust fund gals, one and all, they never have a care

With smiley smirks and cutting quirks they show sarcastic

flair

Beware the male so impudent he dares to cast his stare

 

They’ve got degrees, fine pedigrees, and are so au courant

They know without a doubt of course the wretched way of man

And testicular turbulence they do so care to ban

And if they have their way they shall implement their plan

 

To cut the nuts from boys and men and make them be quite

sweet

Like little lovely fairy queens, a dowager’s favorite treat

Kneeling, crawling, begging and offering up their meat

The little boys in English class are trodden on like peat

 

And when the women graduate they feel so strong and free

They glide from Greenwich to New York with exuberance and

glee

And make a mint on a market hot trajectory

Forgetting Woolf and all she taught in their Capitalistic

spree

 

 

 

 Copyright, David Gottfried, 1995

 

 

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