The
Mans poem is funny
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 rich and self-employed, And when I spend, won't be
annoyed.
Pull out my chair and hold my hand.
Massage my feet and help me stand..
Oh send a king to make me queen.
A man who loves to cook and clean.
I pray this man will love no other.
And relish visits with my mother.
A
MAN'S POEM:
I pray
for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac with a small
butt,
36DD's;
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.
