Men are Mars Bars, Women are Snickers

A lady considers it a sign of class,
When a gentleman leaves the seat down,
But said gentleman considers this crass,
The seat should be up and makes him frown.

During night time rest she turns up the heat,
Shivering beneath her gown,
While he is sweltering from head to feet,
Dreaming of beer and turning it down.

On T.V he wants the game,
At the same time she watches her soap,
So unreasonable, it's such a shame,
Look at her pout, look at him mope.

I've heard it said 'Vivre la difference'
at least that's what wisdom teaches,
But why are we talking different sexes?
We should be talking different species!