A Woman's Poem


                       He didn't like the curry
                     And he didn't like my cake.
                 He said my biscuits were too hard...
                  Not like his mother used to make.
                  I didn't prepare 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.
                    Isn’t there anything I could do
                      To match his mothers shoe
                     Then I smiled as I saw light
                   One thing I could definitely do
               I turned around and slapped  him tight...
                    Just Like his mother used to do!!!!!

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