Friday, March 27, 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,
Looking for a clue.
Then I turned around and snotklapped him...
Just like his mother used to do.

2 comments:

Wreckless Euroafrican said...

My wife could have written that....

Salagatle!
WV - scrad

Bruthafromanothamutha said...

so could mine but then she would actually have to cook, bake and mend sock to justify the snotklapp!