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.
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.
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.
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.
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