A WOMAN'S POEM

He didn't like the casserole

And he didn't like my cake.

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 him...

Like his mother used to do!

(Just kidding! I have a great husband and a terrific mother-in-law and I certainly have never raised my hand to smack my husband yet.)