A Woman's Poem

woman-hits-man.jpgHe 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 him one

Just like his mother used to do.

Thanks to AWR fan:
Steve Corkhill
UK