There once was a fish with no bike
Which is what a manless woman is like,
But the powers that be
Don’t like that she’s free
And so called her spinster or dyke.
Now one word was reclaimed from a slur,
For the joy of Her for Her,
But the other stays bad
For She must be so sad
To be without a partner called Sir.
And so a new term was created,
By one happy to be unmated,
but is this a Joke?
She must want a bloke!
How dare she be so elated!
When the tables are turned to the fellas,
we celebrate the batching of bellas
What a man, what a catch!
Is He who doth batch,
Forgetting the incels in cellars.
Seems that some men don’t rise up to the expected
So end up feeling rejected
For entitled they are
To be The Star
In a relationship to be directed.
The self-partnering woman’s no dish,
Despite what the incel would wish
The world owes them naught
They need to be taught
That women are not like a fish.