A Victim No More (a poem)

 Oh, the sad, bad old days

When all a girl could obtain

Was a degree from Wellesley

And a Yale-enhanced brain.

How melancholy to be

Resigned to field hockey

When she dreamed of football

Or becoming a jockey.

How drab to seek a man

Whose coattails she could ride

To heights she never hoped for,

By just being at his side.

Ah, woe is our poor candidate

Who's deserving  so much more

Than merely First Ladyship

When she's ambitious to the core.

Let's give that girl the bauble

She's been panting for all her life.

Let's bestow on her the Presidency

And let her husband be the wife!

Mimi Evans Winship
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