He didn't like the curry
And he didn't like my cake
He said my biscuits were too hard...
Not like his mother used to make.

I didn't prepare 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.
Isn't there anything I could do
To match his mother's shoe?

Then I smiled as I saw light,
One thing I could definitely do...
I turned around and slapped him tight,
Like his mother used to do!!!

Tags: Humour

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