29-10-11, 10:53 AM
A WOMENS POEM:
As I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man thats not a creep,
One whos, hansom 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, wont get annoyed.
Pull out my chair and hold my hand,
Massage my feet and help me stand.
A MANS POEM:
I pray for a deaf, mute gymnast nymphomaniac,
with big tits and a fanny tighter than a mouses waistcoat.
She owns a pub, loves the taste of cum, and occasionally takes it up the wrong 'un.
This doesnt even rhyme but who gits a shit, poetry is for women
As I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man thats not a creep,
One whos, hansom 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, wont get annoyed.
Pull out my chair and hold my hand,
Massage my feet and help me stand.
A MANS POEM:
I pray for a deaf, mute gymnast nymphomaniac,
with big tits and a fanny tighter than a mouses waistcoat.
She owns a pub, loves the taste of cum, and occasionally takes it up the wrong 'un.
This doesnt even rhyme but who gits a shit, poetry is for women