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 bottle shop and a golf course. This
doesn't rhyme and I don't give a shit.
Hmmm...perhaps some men might write poetry such as that. Not all men though.
Boob size isn't that important to me. The nymphomaniac part is though.COq06lX5X14izeOr
Hark! A stranger do I see?
Running 'round and posting free.
Thought she'd gone and left his earth,
Or maybe just done moved to Perth.
Nice to see she's still a writin'
Looking 'round for some to frighten.
Wondered if she still be breathin'
Or had she been gone and leavin'.
Now I know she's still alive,
Down and boogie - let's all jive!
Have I an answer
For one like thee
I say be not a bush
But more like a tree
With branches spread wide
And roots so deep
Sap running thick
When tapped, freely seep
Give cover to me
As I lay in your shade
I'll water and prune you
Every request you have made
And e'er I find
I've grown into your bark
Pull me closer
Dear lover
And we'll have a lark
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I need not big breasts
But mouth that is ready
Time on your hands
A libido that's steady
Passion is the fruit
I love the taste of
So bring yours to the table
My precious lil dove
oh ok, you sure do like wikipedia...
I can remember the days that a 'bookmark' was a piece of paper, usually hard cardboard, that one used to mark where they last were in a book that they were reading.
Computers have changed the universe.
