Saturday, March 14, 2009

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 the shit out of him...
Like his mother used to do.

Thanks, Shelly

1 comment:

Alisa@Foodista said...

I just wet my pants laughing at all your post!