Like His Mother Used to Do

A little poem. (A lot of women will be sending the URL for this page around to friends....)

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 make 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 smacked him upside his head --
Like his mother used to do.

Posted May 27, 2016

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