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 and a nice ass 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. The End