a married womans poem

'A MARRIED WOMAN'S POEM'
He didnt lyk d curry & he didnt lyk my cake
He said my biscuits wer 2 hard
Not lyk his mother used 2 make
I didnt prepare d coffee right
He didnt like d stew
I didnt mend his socks
d way his mother used to
I pondered 4 an answer
I was lookin 4 a clue
Isnt dere anythng i cud do 2 match his mothers shoe?
Then I smiled as I saw light
1 thing I cud definitely do!
I turned around & slapped him tight
Just like his mother used 2.. =P =D

Tweet