A WOMAN'S POEM:
Before I lay me down to sleep
I pray for a man, who's not a creep
One who's handsome, smart and strong
One who loves to listen long
One who thinks before he speaks
One who'll call, not wait for weeks
I pray he's gainfully employed
When I spend his cash, won't be annoyed
Pulls out my chair and opens my door
Massages my back and begs to do more.
Oh! Send me a man who'll make love to my mind
Knows what to answer to 'how big is my behind?'
I pray that this man will love me to no end
And always be my very best friend
A MAN'S POEM:
I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac with huge boobs who owns a bar on a golf course, and loves to send me fishing and drinking. This doesn't rhyme and I don't give a shit.
