Here's one I made earlier, a little late for Burns' Night:

Reply from the Lassies.

On behalf of the lassies, empowered or not
It seems that to reply's my lot
And politely ask you please to lend an
Ear to one of the other gender.

Even if I was being kind
I'm not sure "feminist" would spring to mind
When describing our national bard.
You'd have to stretch a point quite hard.

Unless you think "womaniser" means the same
In which case, maybe its time a dame
Made the distinction a bit more clear.
Yes, Burns certainly held women dear -

He loved so many besides his wife
Who loyally stuck by him all her life
And reared his by-blows without complaint
It seems she she was a bit of a saint,

While Burns, charming, talented, romantic Burns
Loved and bonked and left by turns
The lovely lassies all too often
In corn rigs and by sweet Afton.

But then again it was Burns she had
And what woman could resist that lad?
Not be seduced by chat up lines
Which history agrees are amongst the finest.

"His prentice hand he tried on man
And then he made the lassies o"
"Wha could blame my parital fancy
Naething could resist my Nancy."

Try that on me, do it well
And feminism can go to hell.
Now raise your glasses to the lads
And drink to all their quirks and fads.