Like His Mother Used To Do

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 make 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 smacked him upside his head —
Like his mother used to do.