This is a poem written by a newly wedded wife who tries her utmost to please her husband with the best of things but he always finds some fault in her and appreciates his mother in what she did for him. Read her words:
He did not like the curry
And he did not like my cake
He said my biscuits were too hard
Not like his mother used to make.
I did not prepare the coffee right
He did not like the stew I made
I did not mend his socks
The way his mother used to do.
I pondered for an answer and prayed
I was looking for a clue
Isn’t there anything I could do
To match his mother’s shoe?
Then I smiled as I saw light
One thing I could definitely do
I turned around
And slapped him tight
Like his mother always…
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