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.
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.