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A Woman’s Poem

November 3, 2009

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 shit out of him…
Like his mother used to do.

Thanks James

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One Comment leave one →
  1. Debbie permalink
    November 3, 2009 7:46 am

    That’s a keeper, I Love It!

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