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 will call not wait for weeks.
I pray he's rich and self employed and when I spend won't get annoyed.
Pull out my chair and hold my hand.
Massage my feet and help me stand.
A Man's Poem.
I pray for a deaf mute gymnastic nymphomaniac with big tits, owns a pub on a golf course and loves it up the ass.
This don't even rhyme but I couldn't give a flying f*ck.
