A Woman's Poem
A tongue in cheek look at marrriage
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 thumped him hard
Like his mother used to do.