Friday, October 17, 2008

An Indian Wife's Poem

An Indian wife’s poem

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
He did not like the stew,
I did not 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!!!

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