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