The song of married woman…! – Anonymous

He didn’t like the curry
And he didn’t like my cake.

He said my biscuits were too hard…
Not like his mother used to make.

I didn’t prepare 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.

Isn’t there anything I could do
To match his mother’s shoe

Then I smiled as I saw light
One thing I could definitely do

I turned around and slapped him tight…
Like his mother used to!

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