He didn't like the casserole, and he didn't like the 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 crap out of him
Like his Mother used to do

