A Woman's Poem
He didn't like the casserole,
And he didn't like my cake
He said my biscuits were to hard....
Not like his mother use 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 use 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 use to do.
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