To the editor:
There once was a selectman named Sandy
Whose disposition was sweeter than cotton candy
He lived in Rockport, a beautiful seaside city
But his opinion of femininity was a little too gritty
One day he got angry and his tongue started a twitchin'
So he said something to Sarah about getting back to the kitchen
The chairwoman took it real hard so she played the legal card
Unleashing a hurricane of womanly wrath worthy of a Shakespearean bard
Like tragic Ophelia in Hamlet the local ladies went mad
Acting as if in all human history no man had uttered something so bad
How dare he insult the fairer gender of sugar SSRqn' spice SSRqnSSRq everything nice
Send him to the gallows the cry arose — make him pay for his vice!
But reason prevailed and free speech all determined to protect
Instead of radicals whose lives revolve around being politically correct.