Tuesday, October 04, 2005

Poetry in motion

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...

Like his Mother used to do

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