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 shit.