Originally Posted by
Thoreau
WOMAN' POEM:
Before I lay myself 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 foot and help me to stand.
Oh send me 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 and a golf course and loves to send me fishing and drinking. This doesn't rhyme and I don't give a shit.