Cooking up a Poem

Whatto! Peeps.....

Eventually Edna agreed to let him have a fiddle....

Us men are jolly difficult creatures to please sometimes aren't we?

"He didn't like my casserole

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

I didn't spice his stew,

I didn't mend his socks

The way his mother used to do.

I pondered for an answer

just looking for a clue.

Then I turned around and smacked him

Like his mother used to do".

Tallyho!
Best Wishes - Lord Noel