Mother's Day

Matriarchy's coming fast, Matriarchy's here! Man's supremacy at last Finds the end is near. Since the days of troglodytes, Man, the lord and master, Sees his olden cherished rights, Slipping fast and faster. Daddy has no time to roam, The household bills he's clearing, Mummy's left four kids at home And gone electioneering. Mummy holds a sacred trust To talk the public dizzy, Daddy has to earn a crust, And, gosh! it keeps him busy. Once a chattel and a slave, We grabbed her by her hair And flung her in our private cave To do our cooking there. But, since her olden bonds were loosed, More liberty she's craving, And lovely woman rules the roost, While mankind does the slaving. Marriage is a full-time job For Daddy, ever toiling: He has to work, the poor old swab, To keep the pot a-boiling. But Mummy has the time to spare To right a stricken nation. Oh, cares! Oh, clubs! Oh, flowing hair! This is emancipation!