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’s willy is thick and long,
One who thinks before he speaks,
One who'll call, not wait for weeks.
I pray he's gainfully employed
gives me his credit cards and not be annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door.
Massages my back and begs to do more.
I pray that this man will love me to no end,
And always be my very best friend.
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’s willy is thick and long,
One who thinks before he speaks,
One who'll call, not wait for weeks.
I pray he's gainfully employed
gives me his credit cards and not be annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door.
Massages my back and begs to do more.
I pray that this man will love me to no end,
And always be my very best friend.
A MAN'S POEM:
I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac with
huge boobs and a nice ass 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.
I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac with
huge boobs and a nice ass 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.
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