Tuesday, April 13, 2010

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 the shit out of him...

Like his mother used to do.

I love a good poem, don't you?!?!

3 comments:

Tina said...

gee, i seem to remember some idiot saying these words to me one time, "you don't keep your house clean like my mother does". i told him to marry his damn mother and threw the ring at him.

H2o said...

OUCH!!! I bet it left a mark... LMAO...

BobG said...

LOL, I know some momma's boys like that; smackin' the shit out of them sounds like a good idea.