Henry Higgins Reflects On Modern Life Poem by David McLansky

I'm sad to say civilization has declined
The fault of which is the female mind;
The modern girl in search of human rights
Has gone beserk and put the male to flight;
The modern male has lost his confidence,
To him the modern woman makes no sense;
She wants to be wanted and to be served
And then she becomes a muddle of raw nerves;
She's always running off to see her shrink
She does so leaving dishes in the sink;
Her social worker tells her she's abused,
She comes home more uncertain and confused;
The male is told he's always doing wrong,
That why he doesn't stay around too long;
No longer will a woman pour your tea,
Or put your slippers on at bended knee,
Or bring you buttered toast upon a tray
Or let you have the final word and say;
No wonder men are shunning marriage,
Who wants to be a horse yoked to a carriage;
Or in the winter shackled to a sleigh,
No wonder all the men are turning gay.