Not my poem, it was posted by a friend I’ve never seen in person on a message board (by invite only) called Stellar Parthenon. Neat place. We’ve had a thread on thread about the collapse of the US Economy Since December, 2003.

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.

MAN’S POEM
I pray for a deaf-mute nymphomaniac with huge boobs
who owns a liquor store and a golf course. This
doesn’t rhyme and I don’t give a sh$#.