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!!!!
Like his mother used to do.
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I love a good poem, don't you?!?!
If you come on here looking for some mind-blowing conversation or profound words of wisdom, well you've come to the wrong place and will be disappointed. I'm just an ordinary bod who likes to share my day with anyone who cares to listen. Tales of my dogs, my garden, my family and happenings in my life that I feel might just be amusing....If you're happy with that, draw up a chair, light up a ciggie if you wish or have a cup of tea and make yourself at home.
Ruby and Tango
Me 'n' Ruby and of course Tango
Very nice poem and so fitting for a picky hubby.
ReplyDeleteThis is a really GOOD poem. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteI thought I'd posted it before, but I found it in my drafts, so maybe didn't.
ReplyDeleteI pity any woman who had a spouse like him. LOL
Ah, poetry is such a wonderful thing, lol. Love it.
ReplyDeleteVery awesome poem! Clever and funny plus more. Made my day Arlene, thank you so much. Men, can't live with em', can't live without em'. Well, maybe we can. Tee hee! ♥
ReplyDeleteI just love this poem. I need to show it to my husband. It sounds just like him. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteGlad you all liked and enjoyed and even empathised with the poem. short, sharp and to the point. And thanks for comments.
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