February 23, 2007

  • 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


    Sent to me by MANDRAKE


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    Thank goodness I don't have one of this type........but then I would never know cuz I never go into the kitchen!!

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