A Tomboy's Lament

Though I'd to manly skills convert,
I cannot fight, for I can't sew.
I've dresses, but no linen shirt,
Though I'd to manly skills convert.
I fear more than my pride might hurt
To fight with cotton skirt below.
Though I'd to manly skills convert,
I cannot fight, for I can't sew.



Notes:  A triolet lamenting one of life's bitter ironies.  I thought I'd already posted this, but apparently not.  :-)