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,
When I spend his cash, won’t be annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door,
Massages my back and begs to do more.
Oh! Send me a man who’ll make love to my mind,
Knows what to answer to “how big is my behind?”
I pray that this man will love me to no end,
And always be my very best friend.
MAN’S POEM
I pray for a deaf-mute nymphomaniac with huge boobs who owns a liquor
store, a golf course, and a set of Callaway irons. This doesn’t rhyme and I don’t care.
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MAN’S POEM
I pray for a deaf-mute nymphomaniac with huge boobs who owns a liquor
store and a golf course. This doesn’t rhyme and I don’t care.
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that’s a good one!! you made my day..
LOL…I like it. However how ’bout if we switch out the liquor store for a Smoothie King? My liver’s not quite what it used to be ;P
Sure Mike, you can make it whatever you would like to.
Though it makes no rhyme but still the words are good and the poem does make some sense..