what about the third criteria? nymphomanica by chance?

You shouldn't care if I am or not, but I'll be polite and answer your question: NO.

Okay then, but can you make a really good sandwich?

A MAN'S POEM:


I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast
nymphomaniac with big ta-ta's 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 poopie.

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 ta-ta's 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 poopie.