Poems not being my thing made this quite challenging. However after racking my brains, I managed to get this:
MORTAL AND PESTLE
They say they were perfectly fine off without us,
They say they have had it bad all the time,
She even told me a million ways,
In which we were mean,
But the one which stuck in my head was,
The metaphor she did use,
Saying women were the mortars in a of the two(Genders),
That men were the pestle pounding eternally,
In that brief moment I thought what a hypocrite she was,
But nay,
I do not dare say it,
For fear of life flashing before my eyes,
So I keep this plain truth Shroud,
Doing the chores she assigned me,
Trying not to be so loud,
(Oh come on I'm not a poet)
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