A womans poem
He didn't like the casserole
Not like his mother used to make
And he didn't like my cake
Not like his mother used to make
He said my biscuits were too hard
Not like his mother used to make
I didn't perk the coffee right
Not like his mother used to do
I didn't mend his socks
The way his mother used to do.
I ponderd for an answer'
I was looking for a clue
Then I turned around and smacked him one
LIKE HIS MOTHER USED TO DO
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Richard Cornish
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