So sorry I didn’t post on March 8. It would have been perfect, of course. I wasn’t in any rush though.

I’m thankfully not in with the feminist lot, but hopefully you can see I am all for girl power. That’s why I wrote about how peculiar some old, respectable candy companies have now become, and how quiet protesters are more powerful than they’re given credit.

I decided to include some poems I wrote at the chiropractor’s office, too. It’s a place where I try to feel physically empowered. And as tribute to the hard core suffragettes who apparently really loved pants, I also wanted to showcase my yoga pants poem.

Chocolates

Milton died with sweet chocolate fame

So he is not the one to blame

That his company

Gave the mob the knee

And poisoned his sweet chocolate name.

When Hamilton met Aaron Burr

Neither knew what their futures were

Nor would Milton foresee

That a bar of candy

Would have the words she/her.

The Lady in Blue

There was an ex-princess who liked to sue

Who wanted to sue the lady in blue.

For that lady was wise

And looked away from her eyes

Which so many others wanted to do.

Limericks From the Chiropractor’s Office

More Weight

Give me more weight; I can take it

Or maybe I’ll just have to fake it

The crybabies cried

My brain almost fried

Give me more sleep, and I’ll make it!

Payday and Yoga Pants

During stim, I dreamt of payday

And how it’s a long way away.

Will I get the chance

To buy yoga pants

Or will bills keep me at bay?

All images from pixabay.com

Poems copyrighted by Sarah Patten, 2023