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 shit out of him...
Like his mother used to do.
P.s: The photo came from here: check out the rest, they are awesome!
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