Mr & Ms
If ev’ry man’s a Mister,
Then ev’ry woman is a Miss.
Yes, even those in wedded bliss –
For single, married, we don’t care.
To ev’ry bro and sister,
We each have names, as is the norm –
Yet when we need the family form,
We add an honorific there –
There’s only two we need
So’s to speak to ev’ryone we meet –
For ev’ry face on ev’ry street
Is either Mister or a Miss.
If egos have to feed –
Be it Baron, Father, Dame or Sir,
I couldn’t care what you prefer –
We each are this and only this.
So shove your Highnesses,
And Justices and Reverends –
This snobby title-tattle ends,
So stick it up your upmanships.
We’re equals, nothing less –
We’re Miss and Mister, first and last,
We’re colleagues of a single caste –
For life’s too short for sporting pips.
The title should of course be pronounced as ‘mister and miss’.
Rhyming Couplets 