25.8.11

just like mom:

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 him one
 

Like his mother used to do.

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