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 tits 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.