Luce

Mother to three boys, Wife to one man,
and she hunts down Misogynists as much as she can.
So funny and friendly, yet still ready for war,
all of your privilege can't protect you anymore.
Here comes the tongue twister, the ego blister, the Righteous Sister
listen Mister don't even try to diss her.

She's a Tory-bashing, Patriarchy-smashing,
deliverer of many a verbal tongue-lashing.
Equality-fighter, eternal wrong-righter,
the bosses try but they just cannot smite her.
She's Professor X of the homogametic kind.
She's a Hero, a Friend; what an incredible find!

Reverie

Two souls astride a lustrum born,
into their kinship a woven and worn,
tread of the toe, a familiarity,
older than both yet impossible to see.

An eternal bond, at least eternal to me,
for our dissonance leads only to harmony,
as we silently sing this sweet melody,
words are not needed for this reverie.