Women's Poem

This poem I thought was very cute. I received it from one of the triplet mom's I don't know the original writer but wanted to share.

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
I was looking for a clue........

Then I turned around and smacked him...
Like his mother used to do!

Author: unknown