Saturday, July 28, 2007

Women's Poem

He 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 the shit out of him... Like his mother used to do.

2 comments:

  1. That was funny! Did you write it?
    I have a food fussy fiance and I will share this with him!

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  2. I did not write it but thought it was cute also

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