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 with my mother.

A MAN'S POEM: 
                                                                                                                                                           

I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac with great t!ts who owns a bar on a golf course, and loves to send me fishing and drinking.   If this doesn't rhyme I don't give a shit.