He didn't like my curry And he didn't like my cake. He said my biscuits were to hard......... Not like his mother use 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 use to do. I pondered for an answer I was looking for a clue Isn't there anything that 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 use too!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yaar it is a forward so sharing it with you all tried to put the picture was not coming so had to type the poem
Yaar...was it your poem:hide:..putting it in the forward section :crazy I am imagining hehehehehehe <TABLE style="BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse" cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 width="100%" border=0><TD align=middle width="16%"><TD align=middle width="17%"><TD align=middle width="17%">
Yaar Saras what are you imagining yaBig LaughBig Laugh It is nothing like that my dh loves my food ok, he doesn't mind whatever I do............hehehehe Thanks Moonbeams for enjoying it
