Now I lay me Down to sleep I pray the Lord
My shape to keep
Please no wrinkles Please no bags
And please lift my butt before it sags.
Please no age spots Please no gray
And as for my belly,
Please take it away.
Please keep me healthy
Please keep me young,
And thank you Dear Lord
For all that you've done.

Amen

Amen,,

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here's one for you

A Woman's Poem


He didn't like my casserole
And he didn't like my cake
He said my biscuits were too hard....
Not like his mother use to make.
I didn't perk the coffee right
I didn't mend his socks
The way his mother use to do.
I pondered for an answer
I was looking for a clue.
Then I turned around and smacked the **** out of him...
Just like his mother use to do.

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray for a man who’s not a creep
One who’s handsome, smart and strong
One whose w***y is thick and long
One who thinks before he speaks
When he promises to call, he doesn’t wait weeks
I pray that he is gainfully employed
And when I spend his cash he’s not annoyed
Pulls out my chair and opens my door
Massages my back and begs to do more
Oh send me a man who’ll make love to my mind
Knows what to say when I ask ‘How big’s my behind?’
One who’ll make love til my body’s a twitchin
In the hall, the loo, the garden and the kitchen
I pray this man will love me no end
And never attempt to shag my best friend
And as I kneel and pray by my bed
I look at the s**t head you sent me instead
Amen