A womans poem

[myrnalu]

He didnt like the casserole

and he didnt like my cake

My biscuits were too hard

Not like his mother used to make

I didnt perk the coffee right

he didnt like the stew

I didnt 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

[Don Wood]

And Mom knew how to smack, too! A lost art today.

[Ry]

That's funny!

[cindi o'h]

Don Wood, you are funny!

Cindi o'h