One day I will meet a girl, and fall in love;
Together we will be, like a hand in a glove.
We will share a laugh, and a smile;
For her, through hell, I’d walk a mile.
She will laugh at my jokes, and I at hers;
We will kiss and cuddle, until she purrs.
We will start a life, and build our castle;
Never a fight, never a hassle.
Maybe even, have a kid or two;
Sorry hon, the diapers are up to you, pew.
Raising a child, we’d be just the pair;
Filling their life with joy, they’d never have a care.
In times of strife, we’d always talk it through;
Beginning with the point, you know I love you.
I’d like to marry, a girl with no temper;
If she was tough, she’d make me whimper.
Just like Bobbitt, with a knife;
Lord, I hope that’s not my wife!
If things don’t work out, and we have to split;
To hell with this poem, there goes half of my shit.
Spider Michaels
