KagomeShuko
6th October 2004, 06:03 PM
The Story of Giggly-Mirth
(with Profound Apologies to Dr. Seuss)
by Steve Case
Far out in space, way away from the earth,
Sat a little, orange planet called Giggly-Mirth,
There were two kinds of people, and only the two:
The Feemollies were red, and the Mollies were blue.
"God made us first," the Mollies would say.
"God put us in charge of the night and the day,
Of the planet and birds and the ocean fish zoo,
And he put us in charge of you Feemollies too."
And the Feemollies were ruled as the Feemollies before
Until one day they decided, "not anymore."
They wanted to vote; they wanted to work.
Some of the Mollies' rules were simply berserk.
This wasn't the way that all of them felt;
Some wanted to play with the cards they were dealt.
Some Feemollies it seems really could run the show
From a glass corner office and the name "CEO."
Some Mollies it seems were great stay-at-home dads
Who cooked and who cleaned and clipped coupon ads,
Who could raise small children and put them in beds
And plant a soft kiss on their sick-fevered heads.
God gave them all gifts—a generous God,
And as they continued to bicker, God thought them quite odd,
"To make up these rules of who can and who can't.
You're on your own," said their God, finishing the rant.
Now left on their own, they dug their heels in.
"Here we go," said the Lord. "Let the problems begin."
So the Feemollies gathered in the capital city,
And they shut the place down without one ounce of pity.
"All right," said the Mollies, "come in; you're now equal."
But that's not the end. There's more…there's a sequel.
The Feemollies took over and ran things their way,
And all the past sins they wiped clean away.
And the Mollies, suddenly, themselves were then ruled.
Yes, justice is blind, but she seldom is fooled.
The world was then governed by those who could gov.,
But the Feemollies found those most intolerant of
The changes they made (surprise!) were the Mollies,
Who stubbornly refused, just for the jollies.
And after awhile the decision was made,
And with little fanfare and no serenade,
The planet would split, equal, in two.
This side for me, and that side for you.
All of them stared across the big, dotted line,
"I can't have yours, and you can't have mine."
Soon everything came to a great big stop;
The economy responded with a resounding, "kerplop."
No work could get done in school or in shrine,
Not when your destination is over the line.
No children did learn, their minds unprepared.
The Feemollies and Mollies just stood and they stared
Across that black line, their eyeballs all burning,
Eventually the planet itself did stop turning.
It's probably still there, standing still out in space.
It's cold there now—a most uninhabitable place.
If they'd just used their gifts, regardless of gender
And stopped waiting for those over there to surrender,
They might have fixed things; they might have made friends.
Instead, it all slowly just came to an end.
For the Feemollies in red and the Mollies in blue,
I'm just glad that it's fiction…aren't you? ;)
from http://youthspecialties.com/articles/topics/gender/giggly-mirth.php
Stein Auf!
Bridget
(with Profound Apologies to Dr. Seuss)
by Steve Case
Far out in space, way away from the earth,
Sat a little, orange planet called Giggly-Mirth,
There were two kinds of people, and only the two:
The Feemollies were red, and the Mollies were blue.
"God made us first," the Mollies would say.
"God put us in charge of the night and the day,
Of the planet and birds and the ocean fish zoo,
And he put us in charge of you Feemollies too."
And the Feemollies were ruled as the Feemollies before
Until one day they decided, "not anymore."
They wanted to vote; they wanted to work.
Some of the Mollies' rules were simply berserk.
This wasn't the way that all of them felt;
Some wanted to play with the cards they were dealt.
Some Feemollies it seems really could run the show
From a glass corner office and the name "CEO."
Some Mollies it seems were great stay-at-home dads
Who cooked and who cleaned and clipped coupon ads,
Who could raise small children and put them in beds
And plant a soft kiss on their sick-fevered heads.
God gave them all gifts—a generous God,
And as they continued to bicker, God thought them quite odd,
"To make up these rules of who can and who can't.
You're on your own," said their God, finishing the rant.
Now left on their own, they dug their heels in.
"Here we go," said the Lord. "Let the problems begin."
So the Feemollies gathered in the capital city,
And they shut the place down without one ounce of pity.
"All right," said the Mollies, "come in; you're now equal."
But that's not the end. There's more…there's a sequel.
The Feemollies took over and ran things their way,
And all the past sins they wiped clean away.
And the Mollies, suddenly, themselves were then ruled.
Yes, justice is blind, but she seldom is fooled.
The world was then governed by those who could gov.,
But the Feemollies found those most intolerant of
The changes they made (surprise!) were the Mollies,
Who stubbornly refused, just for the jollies.
And after awhile the decision was made,
And with little fanfare and no serenade,
The planet would split, equal, in two.
This side for me, and that side for you.
All of them stared across the big, dotted line,
"I can't have yours, and you can't have mine."
Soon everything came to a great big stop;
The economy responded with a resounding, "kerplop."
No work could get done in school or in shrine,
Not when your destination is over the line.
No children did learn, their minds unprepared.
The Feemollies and Mollies just stood and they stared
Across that black line, their eyeballs all burning,
Eventually the planet itself did stop turning.
It's probably still there, standing still out in space.
It's cold there now—a most uninhabitable place.
If they'd just used their gifts, regardless of gender
And stopped waiting for those over there to surrender,
They might have fixed things; they might have made friends.
Instead, it all slowly just came to an end.
For the Feemollies in red and the Mollies in blue,
I'm just glad that it's fiction…aren't you? ;)
from http://youthspecialties.com/articles/topics/gender/giggly-mirth.php
Stein Auf!
Bridget