“Chivalry, Chivalry, what did you find?”
“Commonplace women, not much to my mind.”
Women
(With rather insincere apologies to Mr. Rudyard Kipling.)
I went to ask my government if they would set me free,
They gave a pardoned crook a vote, but hadn’t one for me;
The men about me laughed and frowned and said: “Go home, because
We really can’t be bothered when we’re busy making laws.”
Oh, it’s women this, and women that and women have no sense,