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!
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Monday, May 30, 2022
A Wife's Poem...
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