A Special Tuesday Edition of Funny Friday

Winter caught up with me yesterday. Mid day I became deathly ill with shivers, chills nausea, and just a general “oh crap I am sick” feeling all over.

I went home mid day after a purge and slept 14 hours.

I am better today but weak.

Why does this only happen to me in the winter? I never get sick in the summer.

And now a poem sent by a friend:

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 gainfully employed,

When I spend his cash, won't be 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 answer to 'how big is my behind?'

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

And always be my very best friend.


A MAN'S POEM:

I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac with

huge boobs 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..

 

The End

2 comments:

Knot said...

Awesome poem. The man one, not the chick one.

Knot

terri said...

Awesome poem. The chick one, not the man one. :P

And wouldn't you rather be sick in the winter? Summer is short enough as it is. You don't want to lose any days to illness. Winter sucks anyway. If you spend a day or so being sick, it's not like you missed anything good.