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 can definitely do
I turned around and slapped him tight
Like his mother used to!!!!!!!!

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