Newlywed Poem
Published Mar 03, 2005
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.
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
And was looking for a clue.
Then I turned around and smacked him. . .
Like his mother used to do!
~author unknown
Originally published March 04, 2005.
