Saturday, June 30, 2007

A Womens 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 Millie McG.

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