Wednesday, April 18, 2012

From Hen to Pen

When she was she,
And he was he,
Oh life was simple then.
But now they toy
With girl and boy,
And call them each a hen.

I cannot lie:
If it were I
That would be called a hen,
I might disperse
A fist, or worse,
And end up in the pen.

Other Modern Europe posts:
     A Dane in Pain

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