Matching up to Mother.
He didnât like my casserole
And he didnât like my cake.
He said my biscuits were too hard,
Not like his mother used to make.
I didnât make the coffee right,
He never liked my stew,
And I didnât fold his pants up,
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 the **** out of him
Like his Mother use to do !
He didnât like my casserole
And he didnât like my cake.
He said my biscuits were too hard,
Not like his mother used to make.
I didnât make the coffee right,
He never liked my stew,
And I didnât fold his pants up,
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 the **** out of him
Like his Mother use to do !
