Sent to us, so sharing with you -
He didn’t like the casserole,
And he didn’t like the 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 him one,
Like his Mother used to do.
I Love a Good Poem, Don’t You ! ? !?!