Wednesday, March 09, 2005

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

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