Joyce
|
One of my very favorites![b]A Women's Poem
He didn't like the casserole
And he didn't like my cake
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....
Just like his Mother used to do ? 
|
Six
|
 ...good one Joyce and so very true 
|
Sher
|
  
|
Joyce
|
I don't why but with Father's Day coming and all, that one was just sticking in my head 
|
Betty B
|
I love that one!
|
|
|
