Friday, September 22, 2006

Heh

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 pondered for an answer
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!!!!!

12 comments:

said...

:-)
Nice!

Alex Schroeder said...

Poor Aadis!

aaditya said...

/me plans to forward this to Sumana and Caludia respectively.

Take that you traitors :-P

sajith said...

:D

Saanchi said...

LOL

cRaY3 said...

Welcome to HBI (Heartless Bitches International) :)...

said...

Well, it is me who cooks at home :-) and Sumana complains her mom did some curries better. Heh.

Anonymous said...

Three cheers for Sumana!

I need to meet her ASAP.

aaditya said...

Kousik: Her mom yes, but what about her dad?

Mridul said...

ROFL , poor sood :-P

Jubilant said...

Thanks for dropping by and for the wishes V!

said...

well we seem to be of a new generation, the rules in general apply to her mom/dad. *I* broke the rules; so *I* suffer :-/