…from David in North Yorkshire (UK)
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 gymnastic 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 sh*t.
The End
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