Guest guest Posted June 27, 2005 Report Share Posted June 27, 2005 In a message dated 6/27/2005 9:29:19 P.M. Eastern Daylight Time, DUTCHESS0110 writes: A WOMEN'S POEM 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. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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