Thursday, June 26, 2014

PERSPECTIVES

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 a 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.



STORMBRINGER SENDS

5 comments:

  1. Never lay down with a woman that has more troubles than you.
    That should narrow the field for a lot of us.

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  2. Oh for God's sake everybody laugh sometimes!

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  3. Make her 3 feet tall, and stand about to here,
    With a flat spot on her head, so I can rest my beer..

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  4. Damn fine poem. Not every man likes to play golf though. If you make it that she owns a fishing boat, now you're talking ;-)

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