There are moments...

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

A women's poem

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.

I LOVE HAPPY ENDINGS, DON'T YOU??


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