Saturday, 13 March 2010

Poetry Corner


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.


I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac
With large breasts
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 sh*t.


Adullamite said...

That poem shows just how selfish women are. Have they no consideration for others? It is always Demand! Demand! Demand!

Mike Smith said...


miruspeg said...

Settle down fellers....LOL
We are not all like that, some of us would leave off the last line!