>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 nymphomaniac with huge boobs
>who owns a liquor store, junk yard and a golf course. This
>doesn't rhyme and I don't give a s***.
>
>
>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 nymphomaniac with huge boobs
>who owns a liquor store, junk yard and a golf course. This
>doesn't rhyme and I don't give a s***.
>
