A 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 get annoyed.
Pull out my chair, and hold my hand,
massage my feet, and help me stand.
A man’s poem
I pray for a deaf mute, gymnast, nymphomaniac,
with big t!ts.
Owns a pub on a golf course, and loves it in the ar$e.
This doesnt even rhyme, but who gives a f$%
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