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.
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.
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PS: I know I am going to get crucified for this (LOL), but I have to agree with Henry Higgins (My Fair Lady) at times, "Why can't a woman be more like a man?" We are such complicated creatures!!!
Veen, I absolutely adore this!!! Fabulous - have just read it out to my husband too. :-)
ReplyDeleteGlad you like it Madhu. I had a chuckle when I saw this and couldn't resist putting it up!
ReplyDeleteMy blog has turned from a music blog to a mish mash of random crap!!!
Random crap zindabad!! (Music, too, but come on - random crap is always welcome!) The grandma and the baby one put a smile on my face too.
ReplyDeleteLOL...Madhu, I don't need much encouragement...you might regret this :)
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