Sunday, November 8, 2009

courtesy of kym

the reason in which i am posting this poem needs no explanation.
just read...

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 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.

la vie d'amour et la vie vous aimeront en arrière
-whit sariah

1 comment:

  1. Yay! That picture is hilarious! I like that poem a lot.