Miss Ogyny

There is nothing you can do - we're as good as you,
we will progress forwards whatever you may do;
I joined the army - they all looked at my tits,
I'm decent - I don't keep looking at their 'kits.'
  
We have a reproductive system, child bearing hips,
but now I'm wearing epaulettes with three pips,
I'm crawling thro' mud, even might put down a 'try,'
it's 'her' agaiin, don't they ever know to say goodbye.

So what of the future - we'll be playing the men,
not possible, otherwise things won't be the same again;
God made us to be in company, sarge says it's mysogyny,
don't tell me that you're not bothered - like nonentity.

You might like to use a nose clip to just stop snoring,
because an Auustralian radio presenter said we're boring.