Although they have a face in human form.

He stole my heart and then he stole my love
I had to boil his linen in a pan
He was a demon, not one from above
He was a person usually called a man

A man expects his food and a clean bed
He  consummates his love when he’s inclined
And whatevera  wife  has done or even said
His temper  needs by  wine to be refined.

They are another species quite remote;
Although they have a face in human form.
Their maleness pulls them without  further thought
Until the sexual act has been   performed

I think  instead I’ll buy a dozen cats.
Or maybe I’ll play cricket with a bat.