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,
Will take me out and won't be annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door,
Massages my back and begs to do more.
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 nymphomaniac with great legs, huge boobs, owns a Bar
on a golf course, and loves to send me fishing and hunting. This
doesn't rhyme and I don't give a shit.
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