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In your dreams
Let me understand this, you want a queen of hearts;
A twenty-something ingenue with 50 years of smarts?
Who’ll work all day and dance all night and clean your little reign;
Without a life to call her own; who never will complain.
A someone who will understand your every up and down;
Whose bod is bad bikini-clad or in a strapless gown.
Who isn’t married to her job; and never brings it home.
Who cooks and sews, and waits for you when left there on her own.
She mustn’t lie or cheat or steal, she mustn’t come with baggage;
And you’d prefer to see her cook, than roll and smoke the cabbage?
Someone cute and popular who has no friends above you.
Whose only goal in life is to comfort, bed, and love you.
Who thinks that you are faultless; and listens when you talk.
And doesn’t need to wear a leash when taken for a walk.
To share with you her paycheck and all your worldly bills;
To pick up all your dry cleaning and order all your pills?
Who understands that boys are boys and so will men be men;
Who watches sports, but doesn’t swear, and never wins at gin!
She’s always in the mood for sex, one way or the other;
Whose figure never changes though she’s three times a grandmother.
She must adore your potbelly, and love your balding head;
Preferring beer and TV to a dinner out instead.
Well bunky, I’ve got news for you; this woman can be found;
On Prozac in a doctor’s care, or maybe prison-bound.
For attempted murder of the man that she adored;
Who's future life in prison seems a well deserved reward.
There’s just one thing more deadly than a world of perfect men;
And that’s a perfect woman, who marries one of them!
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