Woman's poem

[rebbonk]

He didn't like the casserole
And didn't like my cake.
He said my biscuits were too hard
Not like his mother used to make.
I didn't perk 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

[Spuffler]

He-he-he!!!