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 gainfully employed; and when I spend won’t be annoyed.

Pulls out my chair and opens my door. Rubs my back and wants to do more.

Oh send me a man who loves my mind; not another that worships my behind.

I pray that this man will love me to no end; and always be my bestest friend.

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A Man’s Poem

I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac with

great boobs who owns a liquor store next to a golf course.

A chick who loves to send me fishing and drinking.

And doesn’t care that my poems don’t rhyme.

Via B&P