A WOMANS POEM.
HE DIDN'T LIKE MY CASSEROLE,
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 MY STEW. I DIDN'T FOLD HIS PANTS RIGHT, 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!