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.