Recently a friend of mine had run a quiz on orkut by showing a photo of Lorena Bobbit and asked folks to identify her. The clue said that she represented a violent form of feminism. Answers ranged from "my ex" to "Mona Lisa with a makeover". Somehow the whole stuff jogged a chain of memories and I was compelled to pen a few lines on her. Agree that Lorena Bobbit is not the ideal thing to start a blog but somehow I felt that people should remember her just like they remember Jack the Ripper, John Lennon, Babe Ruth or (even) Hillary Rodham Clinton.
So here is my poem offering to Lorena Bobbit, hope you enjoy it:
Not long ago, in an American state
Started the trial of someone whose mate
Suffered at her hands, a curious fate:
The legend of Lorena Bobbit.
To a prison she was sent
And on an on, her trial went
When she blurted out,"For all he did,
I just let him have it!"
As lawyers let the gory facts roll by,
The aghast judge heaved a sigh,
"I dont want to hear the rest,
Why dont you just cut it?"
To a renowned bishop, the judge did send
And she told her tale till she reached the end
Said the troubled bishop in front of the nuns,
"Its okay, my child, to do such things once
Hope by God, it doesnt become,
a deadly feminine habit"
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