Save for the pickles
on my kitchen table
I’ve always been able,
with independent strength,
to win the war against
all manner of jars.
I’ve tried every trick
and I’ve done all I can
Except ask a man
because men can open
all sorts of jars
save for pickles.
They lost the knack
not long after we
discovered we could,
fought the good fight
and asserted the right
to pickles.
What a loss it would be
if feminism killed chivalry
but that’s not up to me
if men subdued
all manner of food
save for pickles.