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.
didn't make the coffee right,
he didn't like my stew, didn't Fold his pants, the way his mother used to do.
I pondered for an answer.
was looking Then I For a clue. around
Then turPed around and smacked the shit out of him,
Like his mother used to do.