A Woman's Poem
He didn't like the casserole
and he didn't like my cake.
He said my biscuits were too hard,
Not like his mother used to make.
I didn't perk the coffee right
He didn't like the stew,
I didn't mend his socks
the way his mother used to do.
I pondered for an answer
I was looking for a clue
Then I turned around and smacked him....
Like his mother used to do!
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