mtrocket
Seasoned Member
He didn't like the casserole
And he didn't like my cake.
He said my biscuit 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 sh** out of him...
Just like his mother used to do.
And he didn't like my cake.
He said my biscuit 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 sh** out of him...
Just like his mother used to do.