To My Fairer Brethren

Though I score you with my best,
    Treble circumstance
Must confirm the verdict, lest
    It be laid to chance.

Insufficient that I match you
    Every coin you flip;
Your demand is that I catch you
    Squarely on the hip.

Should I wear my wreaths a bit
    Rakishly and proud,
I have bought my right to it;
    Let it be allowed.

This poem is in the public domain.