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Woman's Poem
--©Unknown

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**hit out of him....

Like his mother used to do.
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I love a good poem, don't you?!?!

Warmie

( Sub-vocal, whimpering, terrified-man-trying-not-to-be-noticed-by-dangerous-women sounds...........! )

((((((((((((( TackingIntoTheWind )))))))))))))))))

LOL now that's funny, 'gotta luv ya!'

Warmie