The woman 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...

The woman 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.
The man poem:
I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac with
Big t*ts 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 dамn.

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