WOMAN'S LOVE 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 LOVE POEM
I pray for a deaf-mute nymphomaniac with
huge boobs who owns a bar on a golf course,
and loves to send me fishing and hunting. This
doesn't rhyme, and I don't give a shit...
Oh that was brilliant KB!
ReplyDeleteI am loving this!!!!!!!
Wow, you outdid yourself,
I love it!
Yeah, I love it too. It was forward to me from a friend. *waves to D*
ReplyDeleteWise beyond your years. Absolutely correct too.
ReplyDeletePoems dont always have to ryhme
ReplyDeleteWell thank you dickiboe but I didn't actually write it myself, a good friend sent it to me.
ReplyDeleteSo the rest of the poem is correct whitesnake?
Until I read the other comments, I thought you'd written it yourself. But I'm so darn glad you posted it. That was funny.
ReplyDeleteHilarious. We could have written these
ReplyDelete` Jeee-zusss Christ! o_O Stereotypes are everywhere! Get in the truck!
ReplyDelete(Another inventive comment.
inventive = intoxicated stupor.)
Beautiful love poems! You receive still now love poêms from other people. Everyone loves you, my friend!
ReplyDeleteThanks Patricia. I'm on way for another visit to you.
ReplyDeleteI agree, Marja.
ReplyDeleteSometimes SEE, I have no idea what you are on about.
Love you too, Erik.
` I was intoxicated at the time, so I don't know either.
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