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 withbig tits who owns a bar on a golf course,and loves to send me fishing and drinking.. Thisdoesn't rhyme and I don't give a shit.
till the rivers run dry,till the mountains fall,till hell freezes over,i await your call.............................might be mine or nicked can't remember!x
there was a young priest from belgrade,who found a dead pro in a cave,he said"i know it's disgusting,but she only needs dusting ,and think of the money i'll save!"boom boom...................sorry!x