A Woman's Poem

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A Woman's Poem

He didn't like the casserole,

And he didn't like my cake

He said my biscuits were to hard....

Not like his mother use 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 use 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 use to do.

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