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 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 toss.
>
>
Giddyup.
> 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 toss.
>
>
Giddyup.
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