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!