THE WOMAN 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.Will 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.

 THE MAN POEM: 

I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac withbig 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 shit.