A Wife'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! *Thanks, Andy