A Woman's Poem

[Rondy]

A woman's poem:

He didn't like the casserole

And he didn't like my cake.

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...

Like his Mother used to do.

[brian j john]

I read that out in my sons wedding 10 years ago.
And it did raise a laugh

[Canary42]

Very funny, had me chuckling, thanks.