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'll listen all night long,
One who thinks before he speaks,
One who'll call, not wait for weeks.
I pray he may be gainfully employed,
So when I spend his cash, he 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.
MAN'S POEM:
I pray for a deaf-mute nymphomaniac, with huge hooters who owns a pub and a betting shop. I know this doesn't rhyme and I don't give a sh*t.
Si thee
