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 gainfully employed,
When I spend his cash, won't be annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door.
Massages my back and begs to do more.
Oh! Send me a man who'll make love to my mind,
Knows what to answer to 'how big is my behind?'
I pray that this man will love me to no end,
And always be my very best friend.
A MAN'S POEM:
I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac with
huge boobs and a nice ass 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.
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10 comments:
Wow,,I think I dated that guy!
Haha! Love it! By the way, I replied to your comment on my blog. :)
You never fail to entertain us Coffey
Wow.
I dated that guy for sure--several times in fact.
But BB is much more like the guy in the women's poem--someone trained him for me, the first two wives! LOL!
Does 'the guy' described in the woman's poem actually exist?
The people in both poems don't exist. Sure .. I come close. But no cigar.
Proves that men are better at prose.
oh come on ... everyone knows that gymnasts don't have boobs!!!
swampy, yes! His name is Coffeypot!
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