Gender Roles of Old
In the humor of love, it’s quite a funny sight,
gender roles like torches, on a moonlit night,
for a rendezvous, when two youth in secrecy, sly,
virgin hearts, sneak away, claiming to be untamed,
but like a pot envious of the kettle, doomed to be flamed.
The contemplative question, should naive bodies entwine,
On market day, in their pockets, not a penny to find.
Yet they take part in a tryst with a torch, under the open sky,
Of a certain green-eyed monster, beware the glance,
In the marketplace, they decide to play a coupling, to chance.
The lady fair, in her youth, is a vision to behold,
His is grace and charm, capable of bringing home gold.
Virgin souls, in ignorance, burning the pot and kettle,
In the complexity of love, in the kitchen, not her place,
She burns the water, but oh, what an enchanting face.
Oh, the humor of love, tragic yet so grand and bright,
A tryst, a dance in the dark, stumbling in the night.
A pot and kettle, in love’s cozy settle.
In this comedy of hearts, do they find the way?
He fails to earn a dollar, day by day by day.
By the marketplace, they stumble and meet,
On market day, no bread, no dough, no meat,
She burns more water, a mysterious art,
Of a certain green-eyed monster, they’d jest,
Each thinks the other has it better, even best.
Out of the kitchen, she would finally roam,
and on market day, he decided to stay home,
In the tryst of souls, you would think they would depart,
Of a certain green-eyed monster, the truth unfurls,
The lady earns a fine dollar, he claims it must be her curls.
At the market, she buys bread, meat, and something sweet,
at home, he cooks a delicious meal, what a treat!
Pot and kettle, the green-eyed monster, a twist in the plot,
She claims it happenstance like a rude upstart
Of a certain green-eyed monster, they’d take part,
This tragic comedy leaves no smile on one’s face
In truth society, as it burns, is the reason for this disgrace
for when the Pot is the Kettle and Kettle, is the Pot,
it’s best to ignore roles when they are not in truth aligned
where youth acts not in jealousy and roles are not assigned.
Such is discontent, not from their own, but from societal woes,
Demanding he should be she, and she should be he, discontent grows.
Prosperous, with wealth, and a clean cozy home, yet they return to proper roles.
The pot and kettle are ruined, so they depart in poverty with empty bowls.