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 - i was gonna add a picture of someone's face being slapped. Hm, came up with some very nasty stuff. Go ahead and let your imaginations run wild - those are exactly what my search turned up. However, i did find this Slapped Face Syndrome .