Here's a little something sent in by one of our readers:
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,
Who when I spend his cash won't be annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door,
Cooks me dinner and begs to do more.
Oh, send me a man who'll make love to my mind
And who knows the answer to 'how big is my behind' ?
I pray that this man will love me no end,
And always be my very best friend.
I pray for a non-hearing, non-speaking nymphomaniac with huge bo.bs who owns a pub and a golf course.
This doesn't rhyme, and I don't give a sh.t!
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