• A Woman'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 and
    >>smacked the s**t out of him...
    >>
    >>Like his mother used to do.