I Hate Men

I hate men
I can't abide them even now and then
Then every marry one of them I'd rest a maid or robber
Husbands are a boring lot and only give you bother
Of course I'm awful glad that mother damed to marry father...
But I hate men!
Of all the types I've ever met within our democracy
I hate the most the athlete with his manner bold and brassy
He may have hair upon his chest, but sister so does Lassy
Oh, I hate men!
I hate men!
They should be kept like piggies in a pen.
Don't wed a travelling salesman though a tempting Tom he may be,
For on your wedding night he may be off the bar a raby
While he's away in Mandalay, tis ye to have the baby!
Oh, I hate men!
If thou shalt wed a business men be weary, oh be weary
He'll tell you he's detained in town on business necissary.
His buisness is his business with his pretty secretary!
Oh, I hate men.
I hate men.
Though roosters they I will not play a hen.
If you a spouse an older man through girlish optimism,
He'll always stay at home at night and make no critisism.
Though you may call it love, the doctors call it romatism,
Mmmm... I HATE MEN!
From all I've read, alone in bed, from A to Zed above them,
Since love is blind then from the mind should women kind should route them
But ladies you must answer to "what would we do without them?"
Still, I hate men!