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 shit out of him...
Like his MOMMA used to do.
CyberGirl
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Rowan, I am one of the people who's story you have posted. I don't mind that the story is posted, but could you please remove my name. The story is she had surgery to make her taller.
Thanks,
M
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