[GayeParticipant]

He didn't like the casserole
And he didn't like my cake
He said my biscuits were too hard
Not like his mother used to make.
I didn't perc 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.
So I turned around and smacked him one
Like his mother used to do.

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Love, Gaye xx

[jmsmythParticipant]

Gaye that gave me such a laugh. I just wasn't expecting the last 2 lines. Nice way to start the morning.

Love Jean

[brochoParticipant]

Dear Gaye you have done it again !!This made me laugh out loud too Hope you are enjoying a not too snowy sunday love Bridget x

[GayeParticipant]

Dear Jean and Bridget – glad you like this one. As you say Jean it's the last couple of lines that catch us unawares. It did me too!

As I look out of the window I can detect litle snow flakes – I hope they stay little and infrequent.

Love, Gaye xx

[tomParticipant]

Oh Gaye
You little devil:-D
and here I am with bloomin Chapped Lips:-S and you my Young lady have made them bleed ha ha, Good one and yes the last few lines caught me out also Ha ha

Broken skin Tom 😎

[DaiCroParticipant]

I liked this and Janet loved this; thank you Gaye, a cheering note for a winter's day. 🙂

Dai… and Janet xxx

[GayeParticipant]

Thanks Tom and Dai – every time I resd this poem it still makes me laugh so I am glad you both have enjoyed it. Sorry about your cracked lips Tom:-S – when is this blooming weather going to go away. I freely admit to being a southern softie – I am even proud of it. Oh, I can feel Land of Hope and Glory coming on …………………!
Love, Gaye x

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