A WOMANS 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.

 

to the mans poem

 

 

 

Can't argue with that logic

 

 

"this doesn't rhyme and i don't give a shit" bahahaha

 

But if she is deaf, how can you tell her what to do??? It would get tiring having say everything in sign language.

 

If shes a gymnast nymphomaniac, nothing would get tiring.....