An Internet friend of mine sent me this poem for some laughs.. My reply follows below his poem :)
Woman wanted
I’m looking for
a pleasant female.
Looks and size,
don’t give two hoots;
more long than wide,
usual attributes;
two of them,
one of those,
tapering legs,
diminishing toes;
b-flat voice,
not f-sharp,
some hair on top,
no moustache;
mustn’t guffaw,
a normal laugh;
call me love,
rather than honey;
old,
poor health,
bedridden,
no benefactors,
is ok ...........
....accompanyed
with
lots of money.
- by my Friend
My Reply:
Woman found
I’m pleasant most times, except when I’m not
I’m long most times, except when I’m wide
I have diminishing those and tapering that
So their numerical counts do fit your needs
My voice is flat, except when it’s sharp
I have plenty of hair, but most of it not on top
I laugh normally, when I don’t guffaw
Honey, I’ll always call you love
Glad you don’t mind my dentures
And my crutches
A moustache I haven’t,
Except when I forget to shave
And I’ll get lots of money, honey
When I dig into your till
So, hon, come on over
And have a look,
And don’t forget that
cheque book.
- by Me :D
Woman wanted
I’m looking for
a pleasant female.
Looks and size,
don’t give two hoots;
more long than wide,
usual attributes;
two of them,
one of those,
tapering legs,
diminishing toes;
b-flat voice,
not f-sharp,
some hair on top,
no moustache;
mustn’t guffaw,
a normal laugh;
call me love,
rather than honey;
old,
poor health,
bedridden,
no benefactors,
is ok ...........
....accompanyed
with
lots of money.
- by my Friend
My Reply:
Woman found
I’m pleasant most times, except when I’m not
I’m long most times, except when I’m wide
I have diminishing those and tapering that
So their numerical counts do fit your needs
My voice is flat, except when it’s sharp
I have plenty of hair, but most of it not on top
I laugh normally, when I don’t guffaw
Honey, I’ll always call you love
Glad you don’t mind my dentures
And my crutches
A moustache I haven’t,
Except when I forget to shave
And I’ll get lots of money, honey
When I dig into your till
So, hon, come on over
And have a look,
And don’t forget that
cheque book.
- by Me :D
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