The Girl's Size

Like a cup of gin, was she the perfect size ten?

A winged angle from heaven, fly with her size seven?

Was she a panda's stick of bamboo with her size two?

Or kicking it like bruce lee with that triple size three?

The question was asked by the party rockers, the stoned spotters, even small talkers

Notes were slipped in her locker, revealed by an "accidental" hand in her knockers

Wondered aloud by the rejects, depressed by the repressed

The spirits were even asked by the possessed

Never the less, the girls were sickened by the struggles of the puzzled

So much in fact a girl threatened one man he'll be muzzled, then nuzzled by her fist

Unlike basketball, this time she wouldn't need an assist

So they devised, criticized, revised and synchronized

Angered by another males's hand on their hips

Excuses were loose ships, and like The Titanic, the boys had slipped

Quick witted, fire was spitted, torches were lifted

And like the continental drift, attitudes were shifted

Girls wore baggy clothes, no makeup, like Katy Perry the boys started to wake up

Like a smoothie, they were shaken up by the exposure, not the disclosure

Of the size of their bodily parts

Their self esteem carried away like a shopping cart

Humiliation lessened the boy's motivation

For a mere standing ovation

The lesson being the vocation of this generation should be withdrawal of the participation

Of gender domestication

Because like breadcrumbs, our sexist toleration is weakening the nation