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 crap out of him…
Like his Momma used to do.







Comments
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Jason
Dec 30th, 2006 at 12:34 pm | #
Did he take it lying down? or did he hit back?
Saakshi O. Juneja
Dec 30th, 2006 at 12:39 pm | #
Jason – Do men hit their Mommas ?
Jason
Dec 30th, 2006 at 5:16 pm | #
I meant did he hit back at YOU? (Unless you are the MOMMA)
Saakshi O. Juneja
Dec 30th, 2006 at 5:42 pm | #
And what makes you think that the poem is about ME?
Jason
Dec 31st, 2006 at 2:56 am | #
“Then I turned around and smacked the crap out of him…”
Sounds like its you…
Brad
Jan 5th, 2007 at 12:18 am | #
Ha ha…Very amusing indeed.