Friday, July 3, 2009

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 shit out of him...

Like his mother used to do.

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