Husbands

He didn’t like the casserole
And he didn’t like my cake.
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
Like his mother use to do.

I pondered for an answer
As I was looking for a clue.
Then I turned around and smacked him
Like his mother use to do.