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:
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.
OUCH!!! I bet it left a mark... LMAO...
LOL, I know some momma's boys like that; smackin' the shit out of them sounds like a good idea.
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