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A Woman's Poem


dezdimona

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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 poo out of him...

Like his mother used to do.

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to enlighten you: men drink beer to stand the beating and all that crying girl stuff like you dont like my food blabla... doesnt mean we dont like it... maybe were just not in the mood :? and trying to be better than ones mother is outright blasphemie :P thats impossible lol maybe take it as constructive criticism... youll never reach that niveau whatever you do but you can learn from it and your kids will tell their girls one day the same thing... mmh... maybe thats a cycle you gals started and keep rolling... mmmh... cause the mother a man praises was shunned by his father too probably for not being as good as his mother... if thatd be true on the other hand mankind would have starved by now... ouch it gets complicated i guess :D

 

mending socks the wrong way is a serious matter though... the poor beings suffer terribly if wrapped too tight...

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