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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357415" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Appeal to Women</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O ye women! WIMMIN! WEEMIN!!<br>See our tears repentant streamin'!<br>See the pearly drops a-gleamin',<br>Streamin' from our rheumy eye!<br>Mark our weskits palpitatin'.<br>Pray ye, be accommodation'.<br>Spare a thought commiseratin',<br>Say the Tory shall not die!<br>Spare him, who has been your master,<br>From political disaster.<br>Doom approaches fast and faster.<br>Save him - and the Marriage Tie!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Long ago, when, in the gloaming,<br>Hungry mastodons went roaming<br>With a view to seeking out what they might scoff.<br>There was little chance of spooning<br>In the park; and honey-mooning,<br>As a fashion, was most obviously 'off.'<br>For a honeymoon's a failure, and the gladness of it's gone<br>If you spend the latter end of it inside a mastodon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So the troglodyte, new-married,<br>Cut his honeymoon, and tarried<br>In his cavern with his little bit of frock;<br>And instead of hugs and kisses,<br>He caressed his lawful missus<br>With a bit of cold, hard tertiary rock.<br>For the 'proper sphere' for women in that neolithic race<br>Was amongst the goods and chattels, and she had to keep her place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, as troglodytes expanded,<br>Rose a section that demanded<br>More consideration for the women-folk;<br>And the good old Tory faction<br>Met, and moved to 'take some action'<br>To oppose this foolish Socialistic joke.<br>But they had a way of dealing with such people in those days;<br>And, therefore, rocks gave way to clubs and other gentler ways.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hark, O, woman! WOMMAN! WOOMAN!!<br>You would not be so inhuman<br>As to seal the Tory's doom an'<br>Join the Socialist hordes?<br>O, ye women of the classes!<br>Rise ye in your cultured masses!<br>Haste, before the Tory passes.<br>Be ye saviours of your lords.<br>Lo, have we not fought your battles!<br>(Hark! The foeman's armor rattles!)<br>Would ye be his toys and chattels?<br>Save us from Progression's swords!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Passing down the ancient ages,<br>Skipping many pregnant pages,<br>We arrive at that old magnate of the mines <br>Solomon, in all his glory <br>Rich monopolist and Tory,<br>Who possessed some wives and countless concubines.<br>And I shall not pause to dwell upon the Queen of Sheba's visit;<br>For such gossip isn't tolerated 'midst the 'naicest,' is it?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">After that wise king was pensioned,<br>Someone (who and when not mentioned)<br>Said that men should have no more than one wife each.<br>Then the good old crusted Tory<br>Rose, with language loud and gory,<br>And delivered a prolonged impassioned speech.<br>He called this new proposal 'Socialist froth and foam<br>That attacked the marriage contract and the sanctity of home.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ay, he raved with indignation,<br>Formed an ancient Federation<br>Of Defence, and backed it up with piles of cash.<br>But the rabid 'One-wife' section<br>Fought and carried the election,<br>And their legislation ill-advised and rash.<br>Old Time has sprinted somewhat since that scheme was first begun,<br>And now the Tory (I'm informed) is satisfied with one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, ye women! WIMMIN! WEEMIN!!<br>Don't ye hear the Tory screamin'?<br>All along he's been esteemin'<br>Womankind, since ages dim.<br>He has pampered you and prized you;<br>E'er adored and idolised you,<br>And, moreover, recognised you<br>As his equal. Fly to him!<br>Has he not passed legislation<br>Granting you emancipation?<br>If you'd save your reputation<br>Haste to grant his ev'ry whim!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once again, with hasty fingers,<br>Let us turn the page. Who lingers<br>There will find that ancient history repeats.<br>O'er and o'er the same old story,<br>Telling how the dear old Tory<br>Abdicates (perhaps) when womankind entreats.<br>Well, he did admit her equal to his dog at any rate.<br>So we'll pass - with your permission - to affairs of recent date.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah! did not the tender Tory<br>Listen to her tearful story<br>When she pleaded for a vote a while ago?<br>Did he not cry out in anguish<br>To behold his sister languish<br>For the franchise that the men enjoyed! Oh no.<br>'Tis recorded - mayhap wrongly - that he fought her tooth and nail.<br>And he sneered at her pretensions, but his sneers did not prevail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Does the Tory change? I doubt it.<br>Watch him, how he goes about it,<br>Like his prototype the troglodyte B.C.,<br>When her mood he wants to soften,<br>See him smite her hard and often<br>With large, heavy chunks of deadly orat'ry.<br>But the outlook of she-troglodytes has much improved to-day;<br>For, although they may not now it, they're his last and only stay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hark ye, women! Women voters!<br>Social queens and League promoters!<br>Are ye ever to be doters<br>On the male-bird of your type!<br>Since Tory Adam bit the pippin<br>He has blamed you for his slippin'<br>And his sinnin'. Here's a rippin'<br>Chance to pay back ev'ry stripe.<br>Nay, it were a shame to lose it.<br>You have got the franchise - use it!<br>HE said that you would abuse it.<br>Now! TMUMBS DOWN! The time is ripe!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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See our tears repentant streamin'!
See the pearly drops a-gleamin',
Streamin' from our rheumy eye!
Mark our weskits palpitatin'.
Pray ye, be accommodation'.
Spare a thought commiseratin',
Say the Tory shall not die!
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