Why not?
Suppressed.
Muzzled at the mouth by a “chastity belt."
Robotized.
Taught to heel and speak when ordered.
Brought out to parade and prance when called.
Is this not sexism at its worst?
Prithee, I beg you, do come and present your arguments to the contrary.
Thanks, but no thanks.
Hallo! Hallo! This does speaketh of a poem, forsooth to say...
Harken! The words, alas, they flow like oil through an Alaskan pipeline. Forthwith, speaketh or forever hold your tongue, knave!
Johnny had a little dog,
Little dog,
Little dog,
Johnny had a little dog,
Her fur was dark as night.
Everywhere that Johnny went,
Johnny went,
Johnny went,
Everywhere that Johnny went,
The dog was sure to light
Forsooth, come and present your arguments, your songs, your poetry, whatever, to the contrary, alight and enlighten us, Readers!
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