rhyme: 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 fishing and drinking. This  doesn't rhyme and I don't give a shit. Poetic justice
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