An Appeal To Women Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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O ye women WIMMIN WEEMINA
See our tears repentant streamin'A
See the pearly drops a gleamin'A
Streamin' from our rheumy eyeB
Mark our weskits palpitatin'A
Pray ye be accommodation'A
Spare a thought commiseratin'A
Say the Tory shall not dieB
Spare him who has been your masterC
From political disasterC
Doom approaches fast and fasterC
Save him and the Marriage TieB
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Long ago when in the gloamingD
Hungry mastodons went roamingD
With a view to seeking out what they might scoffE
There was little chance of spooningD
In the park and honey mooningD
As a fashion was most obviously 'off '-
For a honeymoon's a failure and the gladness of it's goneA
If you spend the latter end of it inside a mastodonA
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So the troglodyte new marriedF
Cut his honeymoon and tarriedF
In his cavern with his little bit of frockD
And instead of hugs and kissesG
He caressed his lawful missusH
With a bit of cold hard tertiary rockD
For the 'proper sphere' for women in that neolithic raceI
Was amongst the goods and chattels and she had to keep her placeI
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But as troglodytes expandedF
Rose a section that demandedF
More consideration for the women folkD
And the good old Tory factionA
Met and moved to 'take some action'A
To oppose this foolish Socialistic jokeD
But they had a way of dealing with such people in those daysJ
And therefore rocks gave way to clubs and other gentler waysJ
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Hark O woman WOMMAN WOOMANA
You would not be so inhumanA
As to seal the Tory's doom an'A
Join the Socialist hordesK
O ye women of the classesG
Rise ye in your cultured massesG
Haste before the Tory passesG
Be ye saviours of your lordsK
Lo have we not fought your battlesL
Hark The foeman's armor rattlesL
Would ye be his toys and chattelsL
Save us from Progression's swordsL
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Passing down the ancient agesL
Skipping many pregnant pagesL
We arrive at that old magnate of the minesL
Solomon in all his gloryM
Rich monopolist and ToryM
Who possessed some wives and countless concubinesL
And I shall not pause to dwell upon the Queen of Sheba's visitF
For such gossip isn't tolerated 'midst the 'naicest ' is itF
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After that wise king was pensionedF
Someone who and when not mentionedF
Said that men should have no more than one wife eachN
Then the good old crusted ToryM
Rose with language loud and goryM
And delivered a prolonged impassioned speechN
He called this new proposal 'Socialist froth and foamO
That attacked the marriage contract and the sanctity of home '-
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Ay he raved with indignationA
Formed an ancient FederationA
Of Defence and backed it up with piles of cashP
But the rabid 'One wife' sectionA
Fought and carried the electionA
And their legislation ill advised and rashP
Old Time has sprinted somewhat since that scheme was first begunA
And now the Tory I'm informed is satisfied with oneA
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O ye women WIMMIN WEEMINA
Don't ye hear the Tory screamin'A
All along he's been esteemin'A
Womankind since ages dimQ
He has pampered you and prized youR
E'er adored and idolised youR
And moreover recognised youR
As his equal Fly to himQ
Has he not passed legislationA
Granting you emancipationA
If you'd save your reputationA
Haste to grant his ev'ry whimQ
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Once again with hasty fingersL
Let us turn the page Who lingersL
There will find that ancient history repeatsL
O'er and o'er the same old storyM
Telling how the dear old ToryM
Abdicates perhaps when womankind entreatsL
Well he did admit her equal to his dog at any rateF
So we'll pass with your permission to affairs of recent dateF
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Ah did not the tender ToryM
Listen to her tearful storyM
When she pleaded for a vote a while agoD
Did he not cry out in anguishS
To behold his sister languishS
For the franchise that the men enjoyed Oh noD
'Tis recorded mayhap wrongly that he fought her tooth and nailT
And he sneered at her pretensions but his sneers did not prevailT
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Does the Tory change I doubt itF
Watch him how he goes about itF
Like his prototype the troglodyte B CM
When her mood he wants to softenA
See him smite her hard and oftenA
With large heavy chunks of deadly orat'ryM
But the outlook of she troglodytes has much improved to dayF
For although they may not now it they're his last and only stayF
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Hark ye women Women votersL
Social queens and League promotersL
Are ye ever to be dotersL
On the male bird of your typeU
Since Tory Adam bit the pippinA
He has blamed you for his slippin'A
And his sinnin' Here's a rippin'A
Chance to pay back ev'ry stripeU
Nay it were a shame to lose itF
You have got the franchise use itF
HE said that you would abuse itF
Now TMUMBS DOWN The time is ripeU

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis



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