From The Poetic Year for 1916 by William Stanley Braithwaite (Boston: Small, Maynard & Company, 1917), page 239:

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THE FEMINIST ALPHABET.
Compiled by an agnostic.

A is for Antis — the allies of sin,
Who scourge Suffragitis with horrible din.

B is for Ballot — the sceptre which rules,
Not granted to Women, ex-convicts or fools.

C is for Child Labor (let plutocrats gloat).
How long would it last if Mothers could vote?

D is for Duty men owe to their Wives,
To give them the vote — then repent all their lives.

E is for Equality — sought at the polls
By feminine creatures with masculine souls.

F is for Franchise — 'Tis plain to be seen
They'll have it, God bless 'em, by nineteen steen steen.

G is for Girls — whenever they start
They'll vote with their head — but more with their heart.

H is for Husband with resolute jaw,
Who, when you have children, is required by law.

I is for Infant — asleep in her crib,
Deprived of a vote through descent from a rib.

J is for Justice which Women pursue.
They obey all the laws — why not make just a few?

K is for Kerbstone — where humble men stand
And watch suffrage pageants keep step with the band.

L is for Ladies — chock full of hard knocks
For the masculine voter, while darning his socks.

M is for Manacles — fetters which years
Have forged on the wrists of the Women, poor dears!

N is for Nations — learning at last
That shy, shrinking Woman's a thing of the Past.

O is for Oak — once for clinging vines suited,
But strong grew the vine, so the tree's been uprooted.

P is for Papa — once head of the house,
But since Mother voted as meek as a mouse.

Q is for Quibble — dare any man state
That Suffragettes do it when pressed in debate?

R is for Reverence — which decent man shows
To his charming and arduous suffragist foes.

S is for Sex — which being made double
Is really the mainspring of all of this trouble.

T is for Taxes — which Woman must pay.
Concerning their uses she's nothing to say.

U is for Union — for thus, hand in hand,
Queen Man and King Woman united should stand.

V is for Voting — what feminine bliss
Except perhaps flirting, is greater than this?

W is for Woman — the Mother of men,
But without any fathers, Mrs. Woman, what then?

X is for Xanthippe — quite set, as you know,
Did she, too, root for suffrage, so long, long ago?

Y is for Yoke — such as dumb cattle wear.
Let him who'd grind Woman to earth have a care!

Z is for Zenith (no more 'don'ts' and 'can'ts')
When Woman will stalk through the World wearing 'pants'!"