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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 **** out of him...

Like his mother used to do.

author is unknown my crazy mom just sent me that :fish:

Posted (edited)

Is the author talking about the guy from Nantucket? because I know how that poem goes.... =)

(good poem, fun read)

Edited by Burn

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