bless her heart

i did not write this poem
and i do not know who did write it
so if it was you
thank you for summing up what i should have done loooong ago...


he did not like the casserole
and he did not like the cake
he said the biscuits were too hard
not like his mother used to make

i did not perk the coffee right
he did not like the stew
i did not 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 him
like his mother used to do