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 one
Like his mother used to do.
Graham
A woman's poem...
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Re: A woman's poem...
Gosh, if I could just find a woman who could make a casserole, cake, biscuits, coffee, stew, and mend my socks...she's got the job!
Brian
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Brian