POEMS.......

[ThreeAces97]

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 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 crap.

 

[ChromeDome]

Now that is funny!

[DaveD(MI)]

HER DIARY:
>
> Tonight, I thought my husband was acting weird. We had
made plans to meet at a bar to have a drink. I was shopping with my
friends all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a
bit late, but he made no comment on it. Conversation wasn't flowing, so I
suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk. He agreed, but
he didn't say much.
I asked him what was wrong; he said, "Nothing." Iasked him if it was my
> fault that he was upset. He said he wasn't upset, that
it had nothing to do with me, and not to worry about it. On the way home, I
told him that I loved him. He smiled slightly, and kept driving. I can't
explain his behavior. I don't know why he didn't say, "I love you, too." When
we got home, I felt as if I had lost him completely, as if he wanted
nothing to do with me anymore. He just sat there quietly, and watched TV. He
continued to seem distant and absent. Finally, with silence all around us, I decided
to go to bed. About 15 minutes later, he came to bed. To my
surprise, he responded to my caress, and we made love. But I still felt that
he was distracted, and his thoughts were somewhere else. He fell asleep -I cried. I don't
know what to do. I'm almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else.
\My life is a disaster.
>
>
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> HIS DIARY:
>
> Missed a big deer today, but at least I got laid.