Men and women are really a strange lot. They can be different in a lot of ways. This poem proves the point.
Women's Love Poem
Before I lay me down to sleep,
I long 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 hope 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 trust that this man will love me to no end,
And always be my very bestfriend.
Men's Love Poem
I crave for a deaf-mute nymphomaniac
with huge boobs who owns a bar on a golf course,
and loves to send me fishing and hunting.
This doesn't rhyme and I don't give a sh*t.
Author: No idea, wasn't me!
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Waxing Poetic
Posted by
Darwin
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