A poem on Mid Life crisis.

Now I lay me down to sleep,

I request for a homophile whos not a creep.

I turn on my fan to jock my hot flashes.

I request for a man who can jockstrap with my classes.

One whos handsome, smart and strong.

Send him quick, at my age I dont have that long.

One who thinks earlier he speaks.

One who calls and dont take six weeks.

One who loves children, but not in that way,

One who get out be there and respect me the next day.

I commune that hes gainfully employed,

I pray that he wont get me annoyed

My mood swings lately are getting so bad,

I pray that he in reality wont mind playing dad.

I pray that he pulls out my chairman and opens my door,

Massages my back and begs to do more.

I pray that he fans me and wipes my night sweats,

I pray that he does these things and does not fret.

Oh send me a man who will make love to my mind.

Know what to say when I ask, How fat is my commode?

One wholl make love till my bodys a itchin

He brings ME a sandwich to a fault, when he goes to the kitchen.

I pray that this man will love me to no end,

And never compare me to my best friend.

Thank you in advance and now Ill dear wait,

For I know you will send him before its too late.

My heart pounds hard and I am easily depressed.

I pray you send him to put an end to this stress.

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