A Prayer
FEMALE PRAYER
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 gainfully employed,
When I spend his cash, won't be annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door,
Massages my back and begs to do more.
Oh! Send me a man who'll make love to my mind,
Knows what to answer to "how big is my behind?"
I pray that this man will love me to no end,
And always be my very best friend.
Amen.
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 gainfully employed,
When I spend his cash, won't be annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door,
Massages my back and begs to do more.
Oh! Send me a man who'll make love to my mind,
Knows what to answer to "how big is my behind?"
I pray that this man will love me to no end,
And always be my very best friend.
Amen.
MALE PRAYER
I pray for a deaf-mute nymphomaniac with huge boobs
who owns a liquor store and a fishing boat. This
doesn't rhyme and I don't give a shit.
Amen.
7 Comments:
I think you have about summed it up Mybrid. Great poems. Especially the male one. Only I don't really care if she has a fishing boat. Owning a bar would be nice though.
By Mike, at 8:47 AM, August 15, 2006
Yeah, I agree with Mike. Who needs a boat. However, she could have a part ownership in a ProBasketball franchise with an owners box available. Oh, and a really neat mansion with an indoor pool for all her attractive, big-boobed, free thinking friends.
That sounds good. Now about the female stuff, pardon me while I find a barf bag.
Mtrain
By Anonymous, at 3:23 PM, August 15, 2006
Mtrain--Obviously great minds think alike.
By Mike, at 4:31 PM, August 15, 2006
Great minds think alike? WTF! You spend two seconds worth of thought on a poem and you consider this "great minds."
Takes us HOURS to compose something so elaborate and nicely put - THAT's great minds!
MEN!
By Mybrid, at 8:29 PM, August 15, 2006
Ooops! So that was a poem? Well, live and learn. In that case, I take it all back while I become all touchy-feely, find a box of tissues, and prepare to reread it for enlightenment. (pause) Hmmmm. Well, I don't feel enlightened. Not yet. Maybe it's slow action or time release. Meanwhile, it's back to boobs, basketball,and beer.
Mtrain
By Anonymous, at 4:58 AM, August 16, 2006
1st Question: Did you write this yourself?
2nd Question: What's the point?
3rd Question: Feeling a little neglected lately Mybrid?
By The Hard-working Slacker, at 12:22 PM, August 16, 2006
Nah, didn't write it myself. Got it from a good friend of mine from Scotland.
No point. Sometimes there's just no point to anything.
Feeling neglected - you betcha. :)
By Mybrid, at 12:42 PM, August 16, 2006
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