A women's Poem

To all my gurlfriends out there who are married and living the life as a wife... this poem is for you girls.

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 mother's 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... ;o)