It takes a certain type of man
Utterly convinced he can
Categorically insist
He isn’t a misogynist
Because he hired a lot of women.
So much so he joked at swimming
In a sea of long blond hair.
So many bright young women there!

Not his fault they never stay
Once they’re in the family way.
He never once abused his powers
It’s just they work ungodly hours:
Hours that wouldn’t really fit
Round playing Mommies, not one bit!
And he behaved impeccably!
(Though some got horribly PC
About his hand upon their knee.)

Yes, he’s had the odd complaint.
He never claimed to be a saint!
But face it, some girls were just flirts,
That’s why they wore such tiny skirts!

He loved it when he heard his team
Referred to as Old Hal’s Harem!
(Where’s the harm? A man can dream!)

In ten short years, he’ll be retiring
With no change to the age he’s hiring:
Graduate women (young and pretty)
Just starting out, and new to the city
Far from their families, eager to please,
Willing to think it’s banter,
Not sleaze.

No. He really must insist
He CAN’T be a misogynist.
He LOVES these girls; he’s married four,
And had affairs with many more.