A Woman's Poem ...........

This is a nice one I found one of the chain mails I received.

A Woman's Poem ...........

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 mothers 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!!!!!



~ Vidula Hasaranga - විදුල හසරංග ~