Friday, July 23, 2010

A Woman's Poem

This came in the mail today. Hilarious.

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 around and 

smacked the shit out of him.... 

Like his mother used to do.

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