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 @#%! out of him...
Like his mother used to do
this is me-----> :-D
Thank you may I have another? :-D
Nice avatar, what magazine did that one come from?
Sincerely,
Brendhan
Mabuzzbee. Now that has gotta be a funny poem. My husband was probably like that about 20 years ago (we have been married 26, eeeks!!!). BUT....he was assimilated, now he is the opposite. Have the best day, girl. Cindi