A special Woman’s Poem vir die mans wat hul vrou wil he soos ma was.
Spesiaal vir die mans wat hul vrou wil he soos ma was.
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,
Looking for a clue.
Then I turned around.
and snotklapped him…
Like his mother used to do.