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 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. 

Then I turned around and smacked the shit out of him... 

Like  his mother used to do.