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 around and smacked him…
Like his mother used to do.
Cute poem, only I would leave the smacking out. There must be another way to get the point across ..lol
Have you TRIED to convince a guy to do anything? My first ex was like that, so one day I threw the borscht at him after he whined it didn't taste like mummmy's… well, surprise! It was his mum's- she had brought it over earlier that day! Lol.
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