A Woman’s Place

Many say A woman’s place belongs in the kitchen As if it a sin That statement is pathetically mean I mean why are we so keen To have men as chefs Gone are the days When she’s only good in bed Fattened up from being well fed Now A woman’s place Is with her child To tame it from growing wild Apart from flashing her smile and her eyelids She’s a gem She knows how to dance And the true meaning of romance To state a woman’s place Is simply a hopeless case A woman’s place Is hard to say A woman’s place Is in her brain She knows how to save your pennies For the day it heavily rains Saving you from losing face A woman’s place is at work For without her There will be no sweet talk Her place is also with her man The guy who is her ultimate fan She is the only one that can soothe a mans disturbed mind Her specie is really one of a kind That melodic union she must span A womans place in this day and age is one which we must embrace Her changeless face invigorates any race © Sylvia Chidi- 17 October 2005 www.sylviachidi.com