Tuesday, August 31, 2010
An Indian Wife's Poem.....
This just came in the mailbox....and I really just had to share it here... All thoughts and ideas expressed here, the entire poem, is someone else's work and what you see here is merely a copy of that...nothing related to my views or thoughts, just a few funny lines...
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 mother's 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!!!!!