A Woman's Poem

A Woman's Poem
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He didn't like the curry
And he didn't like my cake.
He said my biscuits were too hard...
Not like his mother used to make.
I didn't prepare 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.
Isn't there anything I could do
To match his mothers shoe
Then I smiled as I saw light
One thing I could definitely do
I turned around and slapped him tight...
Like his mother used to do....!!


PS-forward by somebody, like to share with u all ladies

Serves him right !
But, can't help mentioning, easier said than done, in real life.
Love & regards,
Chithra.

Oh Cheer,
mmmm........(I am giving a long sigh), I can do that only in my wildest dream. Lucky poet.

I do agree with u ladies

Dear cheer

I would love to end the poem like this..

" I turned around and hugged him tight
the way his mother used to do.."


Gandhigiri, the love method always works..

thanks for sharing a nice poem..so close to reality..
regards
ambika

Dear Cheer,
nice poem, thanks for sharing..

Thanx ladies