7th thou shalt not…
Bless me father, I did!
Well it is like this: I am out of the bed at the skreak of dawn for the drive to PodCamp. Time only for coffee and a layer of warpaint before that son-in-law of mine calls out ‘Time to go!’ He is a very tall fella and when he bellows, sure I quake in my shoes!
Now for those of you not travelling you need something to think about, so I broke No. 7!
I stole this from Chrisb who got it from Barbara who got it from Yoli’s blog:
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 s***.
Now be good while I am busy!
