MY NEW HUSBAND 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
LIKE 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.
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