A Mothers Poem
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 and
smacked the shit out of him...
Like his mother used to do.
You know, your tender posts like this bring a tear to my eye every time.
ReplyDeleteVery heartwarming. I think I shed a tear even. ;-)
ReplyDeleteThe little bastard had it coming too!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad to see you've decided to stick around old friend. I would have missed you something awful if you had chucked your blog.
Doc
I laughed out loud.
ReplyDeleteI laughed . . . . I cried . . and must see!!
ReplyDeleteMy Ex once complained about a meal I made and I grabbed it out from under his nose and dumped it down the garbage disposal. And let him know that comments were unwelcome. I only had to do it once.
ReplyDeleteFunny, Chris, funny.
ReplyDeleteGlad you're still here.
You go, Pop and Ice. I like your style. I've been known to throw small appliances.
ReplyDeleteReminded me of my ex-boyfriend..thanks!I needed a good laugh this morning.
ReplyDeleteThat sounds like the perfect response to him. Like I used to always say to my ex, if you want something done right, maybe you should just do it yourself...
ReplyDeleteAww, what a sweet little ditty!
ReplyDeleteHmm.
ReplyDeleteInteresting.
*lost in deep thought*
Perhaps this is why my first marriage failed, because I never screamed "FETCH A SWITCH!!!!" and beat his ass with it every time he was a shit just like his dear mama used to.
Good point.
It's not too late to start beating him now though, right? I mean, I have like 15 years worth to make up for. The sooner I get started, the better. (MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!)
good one!
ReplyDeleteHee hee!
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