For those with difficult husbands:

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 the shit out of him
Like his mother used to do.
====

Roy erotically wrote:

> For those with difficult husbands:
>
> 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 the shit out of him
> Like his mother used to do.
> ====


There was a young girl from Hong Kong,
whose cervical cap was a gong,
she said with a yell,
as a shot rang her bell,
€œIll give you a ding for a dong!€�


--
Best
Greg

In article >,
says...
>
> For those with difficult husbands:
>
> 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 the shit out of him
> Like his mother used to do.
> ====

Does your wife know you're quoting her in public?

On 8/26/2016 2:54 PM, Roy wrote:
> For those with difficult husbands:
>
> 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 the shit out of him
> Like his mother used to do.
> ====
>
Okay, that was funny.

It's a good thing no one here ever had to eat my ex-MIL's cooking. My
ex-husband thought it was fantastic. I had to put on my polite (try not
to gag) face when presented with what she called stuffing/dressing at
Thanksgiving. It was baked, but so goopy you could run a spoon through
it. IMHO, it looked like warm vomit. I am polite; I took a small
portion. It didn't taste bad, it was just a very weird, bland,
exceedingly wet bread concoction she called "stuffing".

Jill

Roy > wrote:

>For those with difficult husbands:
>
>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 the shit out of him
>Like his mother used to do.

A womem needn't cook a lick in the kitchen if she can cook and lick in
the bedroom. I get tired of hearing the self proclaimed experts claim
that most marriages fail over lack of money... that's udder BS... most
marriages fail over lack of sex.

Brooklyn1 wrote in rec.food.cooking:

> Roy > wrote:
>
> > For those with difficult husbands:
> >
> > 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 the shit out of him
> > Like his mother used to do.
>
> A womem needn't cook a lick in the kitchen if she can cook and lick in
> the bedroom. I get tired of hearing the self proclaimed experts claim
> that most marriages fail over lack of money... that's udder BS... most
> marriages fail over lack of sex.

Sheldon, you are an idiot. It's obvious you think only with your dick
which is why you are alone now.

--

On Saturday, August 27, 2016 at 3:00:21 PM UTC-6, cshenk wrote:
> Brooklyn1 wrote in rec.food.cooking:
>
> > Roy > wrote:
> >
> > > For those with difficult husbands:
> > >
> > > 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 the shit out of him
> > > Like his mother used to do.
> >
> > A womem needn't cook a lick in the kitchen if she can cook and lick in
> > the bedroom. I get tired of hearing the self proclaimed experts claim
> > that most marriages fail over lack of money... that's udder BS... most
> > marriages fail over lack of sex.
>
> Sheldon, you are an idiot. It's obvious you think only with your dick
> which is why you are alone now.
>
> --

Painted himself right into a corner. Shriveled mind...shriveled dick...that's our Brooklyn.
====

"cshenk" > wrote in message
...

> Sheldon, you are an idiot. It's obvious you think only with your dick
> which is why you are alone now.

A very small space for a brain there too no doubt.

Cheri