The opposite sex,
Well what can I say,
Mysterious men,
Sent to cause us dismay,
Wet towels that live,
On the shower room floor,
Odd socks exiled,
From his underwear drawer,
Hairs that appear,
In the bathroom sink,
Face cloths acquire,
A mysterious stink,
Crumbs and stains,
On the kitchen table,
Of using the bin,
They appear unable,
Now I could go on,
About menfolk all day,
Their appalling habits,
That they think are okay,
You never see women,
Leave things on the floor,
We've always known,
What bins are for,
Our clothes arranged,
In an orderley fashion,
Admittedley shopping's,
Our weakest passion,
Our bathrooms are tidy,
Not sopping wet,
With a delicate scent,
Of Eau de Toilette,
We instinctively know,
That mould is not good,
We never blob out,
With a pizza and bud,
So many differences,
It just never ends,
It's a jolly good job,
We can all still be friends!
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