Man Bashing Day

I wish I could say I am proud of men I wish I could say it's true I wish I could say I am proud of men But a kick in their pants would do They have no clue about what they should say They only know how to grunt They have no clue about what they should say These cave men just want to hunt I wish I could say I admire men I wish I could say they’re cool I wish I could say I admire men But why must they play the fool? “Oh for goodness sake, won’t you get a grip? Your feelings can make you strong Oh for goodness sake, won’t you get a grip? It's ok if you are wrong!” They think if you smile, they must be divine They think they can make you swoon They think if you smile, they must be divine Yet they dance to our sweet tune! They think we must yield to their every whim We must cook, clean, and be coy They think we must yield to their every whim We’re to be used as a toy! They think they were made to govern and rule They have the right to command They think they were made to govern and rule Their foolishness who can stand? It's men bashing day; I’m compelled to say A good man is hard to find It's men bashing day, I’m compelled to say… Ladies, thank God for OUR kind! We are sugar and spice and all things nice We’re just like peaches and cream We are sugar and spice and all things nice Each one is every man’s dream!!! For Skat's Your Fifth Poem on the Soup