he didnt like the curry
and he didnt like my cake
He said my biscuits were too hard…
Not like his mother used to make
I didnt prepare the coffee right
He didnt like the stew
I didnt mend his socks
The way his mother used to do…
I poundered for an answer
I was looking for a clue
Isnt there anything I cud do?
To match his mother’s shoe
Then i smiled as i saw light
One thing i cud definitly do…!
I turned around and slapped him tight…
Like his mother used to do :D
