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 boobs 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.
“If ever time should come,when vain and aspiring men shall possess the highest seats in government, our country will stand in need of it's experienced Patriots to prevent it's ruin."Samuel Adams