A Woman's Poem
Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man whos not a creep.
One whos handsome, smart, and strong,
One who loves to listen long.
One who thinks before he speaks,
One wholl call, not wait for weeks.
I pray hes rich and self-employed,
And when I spend, wont 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 MANS POEM
I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac with a
small butt, 36DDs;
who owns a bar on a golf course,
and loves to send me fishing and drinking. This
doesnt rhyme and I don't give a ****.
The End