I asked AI to do its previous list (in the thread above) in rhyme in the style of Burns as a ' reply from the lassies:
"Lads, ye've had yer say, an' now we'll speak,
A tale o' men, their habits, strange an' meek.
We've heard ye boast, an' tell us how ye fare,
But we've our own views, which we'll gladly share.
We ken the struggle, when ye're out an' lost,
Yer pride won't let ye find the route, at cost.
An' multitasking? Och, it's no yer forte,
One task at a time, or sae it would seem, by sport.
An' then there's tech, the latest gadget or gizmo,
Ye're quick tae buy, yer purse-strings ye will loosen.
Sports, too, are dear tae ye, yer loyalty,
Tae teams an' players, fierce an' unyieldin'.
An' channel-surfin' with the telly's command,
Remote in hand, ye'll take a stand.
Yer emotions, oft' concealed or seldom shown,
A stereotype, that we've all grown.
An' details, subtle changes, ye do miss,
A trait, they say, that's yers, an' naught amiss.
Yer cars, yer pride an' joy, we ken it's true,
For men an' wheels, a love sae strong, it's overdue.
Sae let us toast tae lads an' all their quirks,
Their habits strange, an' all that irks.
For men, we'll raise a glass, an' we'll repeat,
That lads are lads, an' they're a funny feat!"