Awomans poem

He did t like the casserole
and he did nt like my cake.
He said my biscuits were too hard
Not like his mother used to make.
I did nt perk the coffee right
He did nt like the stew,
I did nt 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
Like his mother used to do.

I dont know the author but it made me laugh.

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  1. KayBee

    I love this. πŸ™‚ It applies to us, my husband and me. Well, sort of. He doesn’t blatantly complain or compare me to his Mother. But…it is a given here that his Mom was always an excellent cook, he is also very chef-like, and well, cooking is not my forte’. I do okay though.. But if he is in the kitchen while I am cooking….he feels he must “help” me, correct me, etc. I have been very tempted to smack him more than once! haha