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The Discontented Husband:
He didn't like
the casserole
And he didn't like my cake.
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...
Like his Mother
used to do.
from Trudy

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