A Wife'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 perc 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.