PrintDecember 29, 2007
A Victim No More (a poem)
Oh, the sad, bad old days
When all a girl could obtain
Was a degree from Wellesley
And a Yale-enhanced brain.
How melancholy to be
Resigned to field hockey
When she dreamed of football
Or becoming a jockey.
How drab to seek a man
Whose coattails she could ride
To heights she never hoped for,
By just being at his side.
Ah, woe is our poor candidate
Who's deserving so much more
Than merely First Ladyship
When she's ambitious to the core.
Let's give that girl the bauble
She's been panting for all her life.
Let's bestow on her the Presidency
And let her husband be the wife!
