
I didn’t like the casserole
And I didn’t like her cake.
I said her biscuits were too hard…
Not like my mother used to make.
She didn’t perk the coffee right
I didn’t like the stew,
She didn’t mend my socks
The way my mother used to do.
She pondered for an answer,
She was looking for a clue.
Then she turned around and smacked
The hell out of me…
Like my mother used to do.
By the time I was wise enough to watch my step. I was too old to go anywhere!
Dear TLW (The Little Woman) Happy Valentine’s Day, I love you. Don’t pay attention to the poem.
Please remember DD, and all those who need our prayers.
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