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 me a king to make me a 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 hooters who owns a bar and a rifle range,
and loves to send me hunting, fishing and drinking.
This doesn't rhyme and I don't give a shit.

this is why so many people loose thier faith, god does answer prayers he usually says NO.

She,
usually says NO.
That's why it's better to ask for forgiveness instead of permission.