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.
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 crap.
The End
