A MISOGYNIST FELL IN LOVE

A misogynist fell in love at first sight
With every last word he could write
He would phrase all his diction
Under this awful affliction
And his prose made the ladies take flight

His pen became wicked and scary
For his words didn’t very much vary
The hatred and bile
Was not done in style
And the girls became ever more wary

When he wrote his first book it was plain
To his publisher, who had so much disdain
He often would hurl
At the poor little girl
The lie that the lady was vain