He didn't like, My casserole. And he didn't like, My cake. He said my biscuits, Were to hard. And not like his mother, Use to make. I didn't make the coffee Right. He didn't like, My Stew. I didn't fold his pants. The way his mother did. I pondered for an answer, I was looking for a clue. Then............. turned around, And slapped the shit out of him, Just like his mother, Use to do.