BBC report
The outraged, resolute phantom
descended on the town.
Made a beeline for the Bowls Club
and flattened down their crown
She glided round the trim green lawn
diverting all the bowls.
She took a trip to the countryside
and brought back fourteen moles
She flew into the clubhouse
and put laxative in the beer.
She listened to the members chat;
wondering what they could fear.
About a missing chromosome
and the ability to give birth?
She'd died a hundred years before
to allow women to prove their worth.
As she sat there eavesdropping
she stopped being quite so mad.
And just felt pity there instead
because they were merely.. sad.
She allowed herself a giggle
at the panic it would bring
if a transgender bowler
applied to join their gang.
They'd all join her soon enough,
those cantankerous old men.
And their grandsons would vote for
not just old cocks, but hens
So she gathered up the fourteen moles
and restored their grassy crown.
But before she left she made sure
she put the loo seats down.
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| Emily Davison, suffragette |
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