Catching up on this thread after a late night of shouting at paedophile apologists and I am horrified, yet not in the slightest bit shocked to see even more posters experiences laid bare as evidence we are not just mad bad rights hoarding women.
We are angry, upset and scared for our sex as a whole at what is happening under the guise of trans rights, but is daily becoming glaringly more like how a Men's Rights movement behaves. Shall we all ponder on that over a cup of tea?
This post is sponsored by the poster's love of Yorkshire Tea.
Many tea bags lost their life in the writing of this this poem and post and we should pause a moment to remember the gallantry of those that have fallen (into the cup of boiled water).
So, as I start on my, God knows but quite a lot and I'm not going to count the used bags blghhhh, nth cup of tea this morning. I remembered a poem that I used over the summer to blag some free tea bags, (it worked 240 of their wonderful paper bags of absolute heaven).
So with some slight tweaks to make it more topical I give you
PAPER BAGS - An ode to Yorkshire Tea
MY PERFECT MAN
Potent
Agreeable
Pleasant
Elegant
Reliable
Bronzed
Accommodating
Gorgeous
Superlative
Huh! Who knew!
My perfect man identifies as a Yorkshire Tea bag.
Boiled x