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.
Will 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 will 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. And if this doesn’t rhyme, I don’t give a shit.