This woman’s an apologist,
She sports a feeble smile,
She simpers round the caravan site
Stooping all the while.
Her bully husband orders her
To serve his every whim,
And so she spends her holiday
Running after him.
I wish that I could teach her
Some assertiveness
So that she could stand up tall,
Not be a cringing mess.
Then I’d like to witness her
Put the bully down,
Rub his face in the washing up
Then head off into town.
Oh how I’d like to help her
To find a nice Toy Boy
Who’d turn around her gloomy life
And bring much needed joy.
But sadly this apologist
With her stoop and feeble smile
Will cringe and stumble through her life
Being bullied all the while.
© Lynne Joyce