Take that!

 A  Woman's Poem 

   He  didn't like the casserole 
   And he didn't  like my cake, 
   He said my biscuits were too hard 
    Not like his mother used to make. 
  I didn't perk 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.
Then I turned around  and
smacked  him one

>>>> 

Like his mother used to do. 
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>>>> I  love a good poem, don't you?!?!