The following poem is what this post is about.
I walked into a mall,
feeling a wee bit small.
I walked in to a clothing store,
feeling so even more.
The wall of the store,
had pictures that made me sore.
They were of men, tall and fair,
and some had shiny flowing hair.
They were men of power,
who let their libido tower.
They were men of fame,
with a claim to women and a good name.
The pictures stepped on my toes,
and made me yelp.
Out came a man,
and asked if I needed help.
Pray, tell me I asked,
what do they buy?
and what do you sell?
We sell the pictures he said,
but they buy the clothes instead!