Woman:
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 calls, not waits for weeks.
Oh send me a king to make me a queen,
a man who loves to cook and clean.
Man:
Before I crap out and fall asleep,
I pray for a beautiful blonde deaf-mute
gymnast nymphomaniac with big boobs,
who owns a bar on a golf course, and
loves to make me go fishing and drinking.
I know this little poem doesn't rhyme,
but you know what, I don't give a shit!
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