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 with a
small butt, 36DD’s;
who owns a bar on a golf course,
and loves to send me fishing and drinking. This
doesn’t rhyme and I don't give a shit.
The End
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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 with a
small butt, 36DD’s;
who owns a bar on a golf course,
and loves to send me fishing and drinking. This
doesn’t rhyme and I don't give a shit.
The End