HawtAngel Posted December 2, 2010 Share Posted December 2, 2010 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 Christopher 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Burn Posted December 3, 2010 Share Posted December 3, 2010 (edited) Is the author talking about the guy from Nantucket? because I know how that poem goes.... =) (good poem, fun read) Edited December 3, 2010 by Burn Burn 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mastiffmom Posted December 3, 2010 Share Posted December 3, 2010 Loved it Angel. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nana Posted December 3, 2010 Share Posted December 3, 2010 Funny. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
noXious Posted December 3, 2010 Share Posted December 3, 2010 lol Angel .. good one. I guess it's a good thing my MIL can't cook. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Christopher Posted December 3, 2010 Share Posted December 3, 2010 Good stuff I posted this up on my personal Facebook. Got some laughs. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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