Hello everyone. My darling Pam just emailed me this poem, & I thought that the ALP community might get a kick out of it. A Woman's Poem He didn't like the casserole And he didn't like my cake. 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. She loves me really.......

He he, a good one that my friend. Keep on making us / me smile - it makes the days GREAT and not so long :-) Take care... Arild

Hi Anthony, I love it! Very good poem. Tell Pam she did good! God Bless! Marion

My husbands the cook when he is home. Reason....he ALWAYS complained about my cooking. I always prepared everything WRONG! Now, When he's in off the road. I cook breakfast and he cooks supper. LOL! There's more than one way to skin a cat! Love the poem. I have it saved. Angela Cardwell http://oakleyinternational.com

Hi Arild, Glad that Pam's little poem made your day.