He looked at her
Like she was the Moon,
She looked at him
Like he was the Sun;
He adored her like a poet be-fooled,
She squinted at him
Like some meteor to be shunned.
That their love was like a flower:
Enduring all of the World’s odds;
Even after she ‘Hence, Prove‘d
Through the hours
How their romance was akin an oxymoron.
But one fine day of Autumn,
Their story took a hard right.
On the sidewalk
About to bump into those scoundrels,
He took the chance
To show her his macho might.
But she was no Damsel in distress.
Rather she kicked them in the shin,
And christened him sexist anti-feminist.
Oh, that poor fella probably forgot
It’s the twenty-first century
We’re living in.
So this is how, kids, He lost his chance,
Even if it neared
Somewhat zero point one percent.
And from then on,
He didn’t even dare open doors for the ladies,
‘Cause now he knows
They’re all Strong, Independent Women.