On International Women’s Day, March 8th, we would like to share some humorous poems celebrating this special day. We hope these joyful verses will bring lots of laughter to all the women, mothers, and sisters on March 8th.
Just Joking
Today is the eighth of March
Sisters are excited, going in and out
Men bow respectfully and greet
Sisters are excited, coming in and out…
Tomorrow is the ninth of March
Sisters think they’re still in the game
Men no longer bow and greet
Sisters return, feeling down…
Explaining
Today is the eighth of March
Flower prices are high, gift prices too
When did my salary disappear?
No bonuses or rewards for this holiday…
Who brings hefty gifts near?
As for me, I only offer poetry dear
Roses wilted a few days ago
But the poetry remains wonderful, you know
Praising
Respect your wife for longevity
Fear your wife for a long life
Honor your wife to lessen her sorrow
Putting your wife first is the key to immortality
My wife is kind as Cinderella
Letting me roam freely anywhere
My wife is a heavenly being
Descending from the clouds to be a mortal here
So sacred, let’s not debate
Misdefining could lead to unfortunate fates
With these words, I hope you won’t fly away
Oh wife! Oh wife! Oh wife!
Even with lost teeth – I’ll love you all my days!
Self-Mockery
Being a man means loving to wash dishes
Dreaming of cleaning the house and eagerly washing the car
Being a man means waiting by the door for his wife to return
Quickly rushing out to help her with her bag and hat
Gently with my five-fingered hand
Asking her if she wants something to drink?
Then bringing her a small pink tray
With refreshments, napkins, and some snacks…
Struggling
Today is the eighth of March
Men are running around, carrying packages
Buying flowers and gifts in a hurry
Money in their pockets disappears in a blur
Tomorrow is the ninth of March
Searching through pockets, where’s the money gone?
Instant noodles for a month to come
Struggling to chew and swallow, March is done
One day I’ll be the wife
That day will pass by,
You just sit and admire flowers,
Sing and hum all you want,
I’ll take care of the dishes,
I’ll clean the house too,
I’ll do the laundry,
You drink whatever you like,
Whether the market is close or far,
I’ll manage everything.
I know your favorite food,
Just wait and see.
You put on makeup and cream,
I’ll wash the vegetables and rice.
You read the news peacefully,
I’ll cook and stir-fry.
I can manage just fine.
Don’t worry, my dear!
If your dress has a loose thread,
Just let me sew it up for you.
I bought grapes by the bunch,
If you’re sad, just taste a few.
If your friends come over,
Just chat freely with them.
I’ll bathe our little one,
Then rock him to sleep.
Watching all the players,
Hearing you shout “Goal!”.
One day, my love!
Just twenty-four hours!
One day I’ll be the wife!
One day you’ll be the husband.
Poem Number 1
Happy March 8th
Please women, men must bring gifts
Any lucky sister with a husband
This day is relaxing because he’s done
Any sister who toils and struggles
This day is lonely because her man is nowhere
But don’t be in a hurry to frown
There will always be guys giving gifts around
Poem Number 2
Hey darling, March 8th
I volunteer to look after the house for you
You can go out all night long
I’ll just wait with my lamp, it’s true
If you happen to stand and sit…
With anyone, I’d be fine… let it go
Because it’s March 8th
A day you’re allowed to bloom once more
If you still hesitate and ponder
Then you guard the door while I wander…
Poem Number 3
Today is the eighth of March
I’ll wash my wife’s shirt
I’ll give her a plate of sticky rice
Afraid she’ll get upset, I’ll eat for her!
Today is the eighth of March
If she still nags and complains
Then I’ll finish washing my own pants!
Poem Number 4
Today is the eighth of March
Women come and go
Look into any house
Sisters idly come in and out
It’s really annoying for us
But let them come and go
Otherwise, they’ll block the door
Brothers can’t figure out “she’s in and out”.
Poem Number 5
Seeing the sorrow in their eyes,
Of the crowd pushing to buy flowers,
Pity the men, including myself
Choosing gifts with “respectful” intent.
In an instant, “strong” suddenly becomes “weak”
Just to test us, oh strong men!
We live forever in pride,
Of a thousand years of history behind us,
Where once we never:
Cleaned, cooked, swept, or measured rice.
Where are the peaceful mornings with a newspaper,
Sipping tea while catching quick news.
Where are the cool breezy nights with a bright moon,
Where we bask, in blissful tune?
Poem Number 6
Tomorrow is the eighth of March
Stop by the market to buy gifts, oh where?
Roses are sold everywhere!
Along with wishes, soaring high in the air
Men’s faces twisted and strained
Cooking, washing dishes, scrubbing pots, and cleaning
Keeping the house neat, to finish the chore
Otherwise, it’s a dead end… black and sore
Oh my, just one day
And yet I’m feeling achy, back bent and sore
God is not unfair
For the whole year, puffed faces and swollen lips
Late-night feasts and raucous cheers
Tall and short, sluggish, hands waving in the air
Wife asks, wanting to compete
With guests from noon till now
Business, as if playing chess
I sacrifice a pawn, waiting for a car
So let me tell you this, my dear!
Tomorrow is the eighth… hey hey, what to give?
Hiding at Home
Today is the eighth of March
I’m hiding at home, not daring to go out
Because I fear the sisters will be gloomy
Gathering together, pulling hair and pinching ears
Men should run for their lives
On this day, women’s moods can be unclear
If they’re happy, they’ll still care
If they’re angry, it’s hard to predict, beware
You might end up sleeping outside
If they go wild, you’ll be suffocated for sure
Knowing my place like I do
Staying safe is the best way, my friend
Men should run far away
Tomorrow is the ninth; let’s dive back in!
Happy March 8th
WISH… the beautiful like flowers and gems.
CONGRATULATIONS… sisters with graceful figures.
DAY… happiness overflowing.
EIGHT… blooming flowers and a thousand loves.
MONTH… March brings many wishes.
THREE… all daddies are soft and smooth.
SISTERS… you are beautiful and gentle.
YOU… diligent, I love you more.
WIVES… caring for children and family.
WOMEN… nowadays, loyal and capable.
LIKE… the bright moon shining.
FLOWERS… fragrant, my heart is overflowing.
TEN… things you always remember.
NOW… I love you even more.
(Poem by Lê Út)
Introspection on March 8th
Seeing the sorrow in their eyes,
Choosing gifts with “respectful” intent.
In an instant, “strong” suddenly becomes “weak”
Just to test us, oh strong men!!!
We live forever in pride,
Of a thousand years of history behind us,
Where once we never:
Cleaned, cooked, swept, or measured rice.
Where are the peaceful mornings with a newspaper,
Sipping tea while catching quick news.
Where are the cool breezy nights with a bright moon,
We save the divine liquor for them to clear up.
Where are those late-night matches that kept me awake,
Gathering with my brothers to cheer and shout,
Where are those days when I proudly took command,
Leading with hands on hips, calling for this and that to be cleaned up,
Now here I am, all alone, wandering,
Alas, where has all the glorious time gone…?!?
Wishing for the old days to return, but it seems far away,
And forever it cannot change,
When the fairer sex has formed a solid block
Creating associations and leagues of their own,
They established commemorative days in a row
To make the heroes toil and struggle.
They forget that in the past,
They always had to indulge the challenges we posed.
Oh Adam, do you know, my dear?
When the gentlemen are subdued by long legs,
When cleaning up must be done with a smile,
When glory is just a jumble of pots and pans,
Oh lovely March 8th…
