Someone sent me this poem today and I’ve been laughing ever since 😀

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 and
smacked the s#!t out of him…
Like his mother used to do.

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