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!!!!!
About Me
- V
- Bangalore, Karnataka, India
- There is so much about me yet to be discovered by me. Sometimes I end up astonishing myself with the kind of things I can do. Every day is an experiment with life.
12 comments:
:-)
Nice!
Poor Aadis!
/me plans to forward this to Sumana and Caludia respectively.
Take that you traitors :-P
:D
LOL
Welcome to HBI (Heartless Bitches International) :)...
Well, it is me who cooks at home :-) and Sumana complains her mom did some curries better. Heh.
Three cheers for Sumana!
I need to meet her ASAP.
Kousik: Her mom yes, but what about her dad?
ROFL , poor sood :-P
Thanks for dropping by and for the wishes V!
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 :-/
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