A Woman's Poem (very touching)
 
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
And 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 shit out of him...
Like his mother used to do.