Ode to Male Podcasters
​by Mrs. Ferreri

Jabberwockies, I call them
the male prattlers have the floor
they haven't much to truly say
but "Followers" clamor, "More!"

their role as a protector 
of women and of child
has been deftly set aside
to talk, whine and confide...

Talk Talk, Talk Talk... and prattle on
That's all you that you will hear
from not just one, but truly all of them
on "news" that's porn w/fear

they don't have facts and data
they've nothing to portend
they are all told just what to say
a fear'd they will offend.

Pandering gold like Midas would
they let the coins doth fall
the ads roll past for bars and coins
"Click here, not there, for more!"

Where were they 
when women fought off trans?
in shops, and shower and loo?
Not one was found, nor standing guard
Not three or four, or two...

The childen named on milk cartons
don't mean too much to them
they favor games with gun-armed trolls
in dark night forest glen

 Where are their balls, and junk below?
What's made them soft from head to toe?
They gossip more in rocking chair
Than women old
Who scare them too.