Chivalry Deflector
by Hezekiah Allen Taylor

She thought she'd killed it but good
A hammer, a saw, a baseball bat, a chainsaw even
Her mother had long ago told her it was dead

But here it was again
Popping up
A date who gives her his jacket
A man who pulls out the chair

And she knew she should hate it
So she gave it the cold shoulder

For she could never admit to her mother
Or to her friends
That she was secretly glad---
just a bit, just a smidge---
That it still had a blip of a pulse

Francine's Version -- Hezekiah's Version
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