A Womans 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 wont get annoyed,
pull out my chair and hold my hand,
massage my feet and help me stand.
A Mans poem;
I pray for a deaf mute gymnast nymphomaniac with big tits, owns a pub on a golf course and loves it in the arse,
I know, I know !
it doesnt rhyme
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