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 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!!!!!
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