I guess there is a difference in how we think

_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 tits who owns a bar on a golf course,
and loves to send me golfing and drinking. This
doesn't rhyme and I don't give a shit.
The End.