A woman's poem

[a2]

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 one

Just like his mother used to do.

 

[Badger]

:^O :^O :^O

 

[batty]

He didn't like the casseroleAnd 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 one

Just like his mother used to do.

Poor Admin.

 

[Apache]

Yea poor Admin

 

[Specialist01269]

Ooh I like that one, can we have some more please Applaud Smiley.

Andy.

 

[betty swollocks]

THE GIRLS PRAYER

Our Cash

Which art on plastic

Hallowed be thy name

Thy Cartier watch

Thy Prada bag

In Myer

As it is in David Jones

Give us each day our Platinum Visa

And forgive us our overdraft

As we forgive those who stop our MasterCard

And lead us not into Sportsgirl

And deliver us from Portmans

For thine is the Dinnigan, the Akira and the Armani

For Chanel No.5 and Eternity

Amex.

THE BOYS PRAYER

Our beer

Which art in bottles

Hallowed by thy sport

Thy will be drunk

I will be drunk

At home as it is in the pub

Give us each day our daily schooners

And forgive us our spillage

As we forgive those who spillest against us

And lead us not into the practice of poofy wine tasting

And deliver us from Tequila

For mine is the bitter

The chicks and the footy

Forever and ever

Barmen.