Heaven Bound
July 19th, 2008, 02:34 PM
A Woman's Poem
He 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
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... Like his Mother used to do.!!!
He 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
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... Like his Mother used to do.!!!