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 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 used to.......<!-- google_ad_section_end --><!-- google_ad_section_start(weight=ignore) -->
