Veloce Raptor

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 that 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.

A MAN'S POEM:

I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac with huge ***** 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 ****.

The End

Bull

Hey, that first one is the poem my wife used just before she met me!

I'm not telling you mine.

paradisenb

I bet it was something like this:

A MAN'S POEM:

I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac with huge ***** 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 ****.


Bet it had Younger Women, Faster Cars, in it as well.

Bonster

For Bob's poem, you would probably want to add . . .

Send me a woman who can replace my clutch, change my tires, fuel up my car in the hot pits, and send me to the track every day.

We need to get these priorities straight, gentlemen.

Bull

I'm not commenting on Randy's offering....

Bonster, forget that first stuff and just leave in the "...and send me to the track every day" part.

Adrienne

Thanks VR. I'm well on my way to writing my wedding vows now!!

Veloce Raptor

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mglobe

What he said

Bonster

This is why I love my job so much -- it FORCES me to go to the track! I gotta explore all those eastern tracks before I can organize events on them, ya know.