It was a testosterone driven affair
On that very first meeting night
Of the oppressed husbands club.
They wanted everything just right.
The founder didn't attend.
His spouse sent a note.
The excuse only being accepted
By a tense and very close vote.
Officers being elected,
The event got under way;
Such a special occasion,
That strike for freedom day.
You could hear the rebellious tones
Rising as the pints went surely down
Heaven help the public when these
Brave souls were loosed on the town.
When the door creaked slowly open
You could cut the silence with a knife
Then the chairman sadly had to leave
Having been fetched by his wife.
But he didn't go easily,
Having made his stand,
By very slowly draining
The pint held in his hand.
They stood there in respect
Followed by loud applause
As with a certain dignity
He was pulled out through the doors.
Oh it was a testosterone driven affair
Only slightly spoiled by the fear
As that first night progressed
And leaving time drew near.
There were pledges of fealty
And a final rallying shout,
And all promised to return
If their wives would let them out
