Over at Madpriest's blog, a poetic flowering has occured. Here are the verses that started it all off:
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 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.
So I replied:
A Reply to a Woman's Prayer
He does exist, he is about
of that my dear, pray have no doubt.
He doesn't drink huge pints of beer
but sadly, love, he's truly queer!
So nuptial options, please rule out,
but before you start to scream and shout,
remember this:
A Gay Best Friend for every Miss
is truly fun and utter bliss!
To shop, to lunch, to goss he loves.
Ditto Jimmy Choos and Hepburn's gloves.
When an ache assails your head,
you don't need to fend him off in bed!
A gay best friend's a splendid habit.
Just don't forget your Rampant Rabbit!
Carol Duffy's post is safe!
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