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 **** out of him...  
 
Like his mother used to do. 
 
 
author is unknown my crazy mom just sent me that