Guest guest Posted October 30, 2005 Report Share Posted October 30, 2005 Subject: A Woman's Poem A Woman's Poem He didn't like the casseroleAnd he didn't like my cake.My biscuits were too hard...Not like his mother used to make. I didn't perk the coffee rightHe didn't like the stew,I didn't mend his socksThe way his mother used to do. I pondered for an answerI was looking for a clue.Then I turned around and smacked him... Like his Mother used to do. Yahoo! FareChase - Search multiple travel sites in one click. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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