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.
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"...and smacked the shit out of him and put cigars out on his scalp and hung him by his toes from the basement ceiling and whipped him with horse entrails...
Like his mother used to do."
I got that from a Hallmark card.
It sounds like one of mine.
I'm looking for a man to cook & clean for me.
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