He didn’t like the curry
And he didn’t like my cake
Said my biscuits were too hard….
Unlike what his mom used to make.

I could not make the coffee
He didn’t like my stew
I didn’t mend his socks
The way his mom 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 shoes

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!!!!