Hi Evelyn, I think this is pretty cute.
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 one
Like his mother used to do!
I love a good poem, don't you?!?! |