"Dear Mrs. Stepford..."

Dear Mrs. Stepford,

How does your garden grow,

So beautifully and so fragrant,

The essence of perfection…?

“Hard work and dedication” -

For one Man in particular,

The master of your universe,

The keeper of your chains…

Dear Mrs. Stepford,

How lovely is your home,

So clean and oh so proper,

Not a single thing amiss…

“It is not mine alone,” -

Your Man has told you so -

Every castle bares a king, and

Every king must have its Servant…

Dear Mrs. Stepford,

Your children are such delight!

Rambunctious and so giddy,

Bold, and biddy, and bright,

“And ready for their lessons,

As proper girls and Men,” -

For their Father has decreed it,

For Father knows best…

“My son shall have the world,

His every heart’s desire;”

“My daughter shall have the rest,

For a woman’s work is never done;”

“And then one day,

While in full bloom,

She shall meet her Man - Now

Fully prepared for every command…

His every wish come true!"

My Dear Mrs. Stepford,

Why would you so condemn,

The child of your flesh,

To such an empty lot?

“Because she is not a Man.”