Woman,s Poem--Mans Poem

[curtis]

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 , he 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 "how big is my behind?"
I pray that this man will love me without end,
And always be my very best friend.





Man's Poem
I pray for a deaf-mute nymphomaniac with huge boobs who owns a liguor store and a golf course.
This doesn't rhyme and i don't give a crap.

 

[Wewild]

I never understood the little white ball thing. Seems like a waste of money and a stresser I don't need.

 

[Jogeephus]

I never understood the little white ball thing. Seems like a waste of money and a stresser I don't need.

I don't understand it either but I gather its not really about chasing a white ball but getting to drink and drive without worrying about getting pulled over by a state trooper all the while hiding these actions from your wife under the guise of exercise. ;-)

 

[Lammie]

That's funny! Steve actually sold his clubs two weeks ago in the garage sale. A proud day at my house. He hasn't replaced them, yet... :shock: