Venusian Rap

It started with the suffragettes.
Now ’nusians vote, smoke cigarettes.

So far, so good. I tip my hat.
There’s surely nothing wrong with that.

But certain ’nusians went astray,
fell out of touch with nature’s way.

They burned their bras and took the Pill,
forgot their culinary skills.

They rallied round a vocal bitch
the Mathers would have called a witch.

Maternal instincts disappeared
as ’nusians opted for careers.

“Harrassment!” was their shibboleth,
their trump card and their kiss of death.

The feminasties deemed it meet
that Mars and Venus should compete,

so fell Venusian commissars
competed with and conquered Mars.

To render Martians epicene,
they tampered with the Martian gene:

wolf-whistles and suggestive winks,
like dinosaurs, became extinct.

Some Martians fled to better lives.
Absconding with their outland wives,

they left the ’nusians to their fate:
to cavil and commiserate.

It makes you wonder why and how.
Is everybody happy now?