His MOTHER
He didnt like the casserole
And he didnt like my cake.
He said my biscuits were too hard...
Not like his mother used to make.
I didnt make the coffee right
He didnt like the stew,
I didnt mend his socks
The way his mother used to do.
I pondered for an answer
I was looking for a clue.
Then I smacked him upside his head --
Like his mother used to do.
