Wednesday, February 10, 2010

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 shit out of him...
Like his mother used to do!

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

I love the poem. A funny story-when we first married, I thought I would introduce my husand to some different ways to eat vegtables. I made sauces for them, grilled them, baked them and he didn't like any. He said "I just like green beans plain." So I thought ok, he'll get green beans. So every night I just opened another can of green beans,heated them up. After about 8 days he finally admitted that some of the ways I had fixed the veggies were actually pretty tasty.
We just have to get creative
JOYE
JWIsley(at)aol(dot)om

Anonymous said...

This is up there as one of my favorites. It always makes my smile then laugh.

Nancy Bristow said...

:)

Beth said...

Good one.:)

Linda Henderson said...

Serves him right.

Tory Richards said...

LOL...I guess you taught him, Joye!

Tory Richards said...

Glad ya'll enjoyed it:)