Dear dainty divas
You were not bright as you may guess
For you let them maneuver
Your love, for their langour.
Pretty prima donnas
You pandered to their cozy whims
Blithely fostered their hebetude
By the name of solicitude.
Oh lovely ladies
You ought to face the repurcussions
For you let them turn their brawns
Into years of dominance and oppression.
Fret not !!!
For those days are gone
And here comes your pinnacle
Wrapped in lavender and purple.