A poem on Mid Life crisis.

Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man who's not a creep.
I turn on my fan to help my hot flashes.
I pray for a man who can help with my classes.
One who's handsome, smart and strong.
Send him quick, at my age I don't have that long.
One who thinks before he speaks.
One who calls and don't take six weeks.
One who loves children, but not in that way,
One who will be there and respect me the next day.
I pray that he's gainfully employed,
I pray that he won't get me annoyed
My mood swings lately are getting so bad,
I pray that he really won't mind playing dad.
I pray that he pulls…