Name: Pooja
He didn' t like the curry
And he didn' t like the cake
He said my biscuits were too hard...
Not like his mother used to make.
I didn' t prepare 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.
Isn' t there anything i could do
To match his mothers shoe
Then i smiled as i saw light
One thing I could definitely do
I turned around and slapped him tight...
Like his mother used to!!!!!