On hallowed nights, we come together
to celebrate the glory of our womanhood.
Sweet libations and the ceaseless stream
of our astounding wit do flow
like a kitchen sink
that someone forgot to turn off.
We are the icing on the cupcake of life,
and to men we say, "You're welcome."
For we are the sweet, supple petals
in the garden of humanity.
*RAWR*
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