Thursday, 7 February 2008

The Perfect Mother

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 smacked the little sh*t

Like his MOTHER used to do.


Kez said...


....Lisa said...

heheh... we must have a similar sense of humour Kez!!

Em said...

now if only someone had given me that when I *was* married to a man who didn't like my stews... thanks for the laugh :)

....Lisa said...

No worries Em... I think we're all a lot wiser in hindsight!!