Just Like Mom

[Bobbie]

A Woman's Poem

>
> 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 s . . . out of him...
> Like his mother used to do.