Good ol’ Mom…
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.
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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.
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I pondered for an answer
I was looking for a clue
Then I turned around and smacked him…
Like his Mother used to do.
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BloonChick: I LOVE HAPPY ENDINGS, DON’T YOU??

Haha! That is a excellent poem. Very awesome ending.
SEXIST!!!!
*flee*
::grin::