Ode To Gender Quality
This is odd!
To compare gender to a man
Or a woman that is flawed
Is like describing God to a pagan.
Water on stone is in vain.
The nanny drenches in extra time,
The farmer farms in the rain
Irrespective of the clime.
A boy grows up to become a slut.
A girl is a flowery tree in a convent.
The family argues an awful lot,
And roles are ascribed with careless intent.
Oddly, gender is clearly an oddity.
Nothing absolutely can be said of quality.
As the gardener would pick, gather and choose,
So it is of meanings like this that risk abuse.