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 nymphomaniaccontortionist
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.
The
End
