A WOMAN'S POEM He didn't like the casseroleAnd 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 rightHe didn't like the stew,I didn't mend his socksThe way his mother used to do.I pondered for an answerI was looking for a clue.Then I turned around and smacked the shit out of him...Like his mother used to do.
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Date: 2009-02-24 10:17 pm (UTC)