WOMEN'S POEM
ŠUnknown 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 the sh-- out of him.... Like his mother used to do. **************************** I love a good poem, don't you?!?! |
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oh so funny. Thanks for the laugh.
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Originally Posted by JulieR
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So funny, even DH laughed
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Originally Posted by pstoner
So funny, even DH laughed
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ROFLMBO
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