.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 big tits & who owns a bar on a golf course
suck my cigar while I smoke my pipe
And loves to send me fishing and drinking...
This doesn't rhyme
But I don't give a shit!
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