I found this poem about John Wayne Bobbit, men you may want

[texanwitch]

to cross you legs.

[texanwitch]

1. Here is the poem.

John Bobbit's Prayer




Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray my penis I will keep
And if I wake and it is gone
I hope I'll find it on the lawn

I hope the dog that's running free
Don't see that little part of me
And many cautions I must take
To keep that part I love to shake

Much attention must I pay
To see the knives are put away
The mower, chainsaw, and hatchet, too
There's just no telling what she'll do

So I cross my fingers, close my eyes,
And cross my legs to avoid surprise!!!




This article was added to LaughNet on Wednesday 16 March, 2005.

[CaliforniaPeggy]

2. ROFLMAO!

It is a very funny poem....but...so very wrong at the same time...

:rofl:

[texanwitch]

3. A male friend sent it to me a few months ago, I just find it on my

computer.