It doesn't matter what
the Weather Girls said.
One can not simply
invite all the world's women
to a centralized location
in "the street"
and have them wait for that
downpour of men
that they claim is imminent.
First of all
they wouldn't fit
(well they technically would
but there would be minimal
elbow or purse room)
second of all
some of them would be hoping
for it to "rain women"
and third of all
even with such variety
they might nonetheless agree
on some common cause
for which they feel
a wee bit (or a lot)
held back or treated unfairly
and start marching in protest.
This poem © 2014 Emily Cooper.
