A Woman’s Poem

(I loved this forwarded Poem... I hope you too would)

He didn’t like the curry
And he didn’t like my cake
He said my biscuits were too hard…
Not like his mother used to make
I didn’t prepare 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
Isn’t there anything I could do???
I turned around and slapped him tight…
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Like his mother used to!!!!!!