A Women’s Poem

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A Women’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 him one 
Just like his mother used to do.