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
big tits 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.
;D
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ST didn't like it, because the mans poem didn't rhyme. ::) ::) ::)
Quote from: Solar on December 04, 2010, 07:08:18 AM
;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D
ST didn't like it, because the mans poem didn't rhyme. ::) ::) ::)
And you probably said you didn't give a shit. ;D
Quote from: Shooterman on December 04, 2010, 07:13:07 AM
And you probably said you didn't give a shit. ;D
Not this early in the morning.... ;D ;D ;D
Quote from: Solars Toy on December 04, 2010, 07:45:41 AM
Not this early in the morning.... ;D ;D ;D
Point taken. :)
You just made my YEAR. ;) :)) ;D :D 8) :P