Saturday, June 5

A Woman's Poem

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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.

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I love a good poem, don't you?!?!

12 comments:

Grannymar said...

I know a couple of women who need to read this poem!

Pat said...

Good on you girl!

Tabor said...

I read this somewhere...a long time ago. Still very funny.

bobbie said...

Excellent!

Evil Twin's Wife said...

Haha! Makes me appreciate having a husband who likes my cooking. :-)

Abraham Lincoln said...

Damn. I wish I had thought of that. I like this poem.

Linda said...

I love it! Had a good laugh.

Dr. Deb said...

LOL. Great. I am cutting and pasting and sending this to my sisters.

amarkonmywall said...

LOL! Rich and I were just at that point where we were getting on each other's nerves in Florida and then we came here and after 24 hours, when I dropped him at the airport and we are facing 4-6 weeks apart, well, we were both in tears. So there you go.

Granny Annie said...

That little poem has to be so true but sadly the men fail to remember how mother stood up for herself.

Joy Des Jardins said...

I love this little poem. I got it in an e-mail the other day....glad you posted it.

Pearl said...

LOL. that's a timeless one. haven't seen that before.

in a way it condones violence and spousal abuse. on the other hand, it's funny.