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. > > MAN'S POEM I pray for a deaf-mute nymphomaniac with huge boobs who owns a liquor store and a golf course. This doesn't rhyme and I don't give a sh*t.
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