Post by Duck on Feb 4, 2014 9:01:43 GMT -5
A Womans Poem:
Before I lay me down too sleep
I pray for a man that'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 will call and not wait weeks.
I pray he's rich and self-employed
And when I spend he 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 a queen,
A man who loves to cook and clean.
I pray this man will love no other,
And relish visits from my mother.
A Man's Poem:
I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac,
With big hooters, who owns a bar on a golf course,
That loves to send me hunting, fishing and drinking with my friends.
This doesn't rhyme and I don't care.
The end
Before I lay me down too sleep
I pray for a man that'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 will call and not wait weeks.
I pray he's rich and self-employed
And when I spend he 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 a queen,
A man who loves to cook and clean.
I pray this man will love no other,
And relish visits from my mother.
A Man's Poem:
I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac,
With big hooters, who owns a bar on a golf course,
That loves to send me hunting, fishing and drinking with my friends.
This doesn't rhyme and I don't care.
The end