Some sunday funny's

[Conan_the_Librarian]

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 to my mother.

A MAN'S POEM:

I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac with
big **** who owns a bar on a golf course,
And loves to send me out fishing and drinking.
This doesn't rhyme and I don't give a ****.