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.
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> 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.
> The End