A Womens Poem

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A Woman'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.