Shovel and Tongs

Here's a war that comes nigh to you, neighbor,
Comes nigh to you, person and pelf,
To crook your old scythe to a sabre,
And also to straighten yourself.
A war where the right is to settle
The score of a century's wrongs,
For the women, if we lack the metal,
To win, with their—shovel and tongs!

Yes, women! from Jephtha's fair daughter,
To her of the hammer and nail,
Instructed in love and in slaughter,
To finish and never to fail.
Here's a chance for a hero to render
His valor a theme for our songs,
To fight till the women surrender,
While a fireside needs a de-fender,
Or furnishes shovel and tongs.
Translation: 
Language: 
Rate this poem: 

Reviews

No reviews yet.