- Messages
- 391
- Reaction score
- 25
- Points
- 28
[SIZE=14pt]A WOMAN'S POEM[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14pt]He didn't like the casserole [/SIZE]
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 around and smacked the shit out of him...
Like his mother used to do.
[SIZE=14pt]He didn't like the casserole [/SIZE]
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 around and smacked the shit out of him...
Like his mother used to do.