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 breasts 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 crap.
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