A Woman's Poem

[Little Woman]

He didn't like the casserole​

And he didn't like my cake.​

He said my biscuits were too hard...​

Not like his mother used to make.​

I didn't perk 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.​

Then I turned around and smacked the s**t out of him...​

Like his mother used to do.​

 

[First Robin]

Awwwwww

Awwwwww Poor Cubby, oh, it was just a poem not a true story. Good one Marion I think that little RED DEVIL fits you. First Robin

 

[Little Woman]

Awwwwww Poor Cubby, oh, it was just a poem not a true story. Good one Marion I think that little RED DEVIL fits you. First Robin

You don't know how true that is about the red devil. I had to ask Rob to add that one for me. If I knew how to make that my Aviatar, I think thats what it is called, I would.