A woman's poem

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 tits who owns a bar on a golf course,
> > and loves to send me to Atlantic city on weekends . This
> > doesn't rhyme and I don't give a shit.
> >