Lets be fair

A man’s poem

Before I lay me down to sleep,

I pray for a lady, who’s not lazy,

One who thinks before she speaks,

One who’ll not call, not nag at all.

I pray she’s gainfully employed

Uses her own credit cards and not be annoyed.

Considers my friends and tolerates my sports.

Cooks me a meal without a squeal.

I pray that this lady will love me to no end,

And always be my very best friend.

A woman’s poem

I pray for a deaf-mute nymphomaniac with a big dick and a nice body who owns a spa on the beach and loves to send me there. This doesn’t rhyme and I don’t give a damn.

With thanks to the author of the biased version of the above.