Like Mother

2011

I didn’t like the casserole,
And I didn’t like her cake.
Her biscuits were too hard,
Not like my mother used to bake.

She didn’t make the coffee right,
I didn’t like her stew.
She couldn’t fold my pants,
Not like mother used to do.

She pondered for an answer,
She was searching for a clue.
Then she slapped the shit out of me,
Like my mother used to do.