A Woman's Poem

[Mandy]

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 beans out of him...

Like his MOTHER used to do.