A woman's poem...

[Filonian]

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

[FlyTexas]

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