To make a woman seem to all,
A shadow and not very tall,
In fact to make her very small
And push her right against the wall
All it takes is lots of press,
To make her life seem but a mess
And everything that she achieves
Is tucked away so none believes.
Word gets around that she has failed,
But no-one knows quite what was hailed
To be her undeniable transgress
Seems no-one’s sure but “‘twas in the press”!
Much fun was made of our PM’s dress,
As with Joan Kirner by whom we were blest,
We recall the dots but were they true?
Now it’s stripes. Why can’t they see through?
These women on our TV screens,
Are normal or so it seems to me,
But made out to be by mainstream tools,
Clumsy, absent minded fools.
Despite all this we see and hear,
(They cannot hide it ‘tho much they fear,)
The woman’s real authentic class,
And if that shines through, she’s sure to pass.