A Womans Poem

[pauln90]

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

[boxtops]

Hmmmm - not very pc.... sorry.

[piggynose]

he shud find another bird, as you sound useless

[boxtops]

..and to be honest, I would have told him to do it himself.