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 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 breasts 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 $hit.