Wednesday, February 29, 2012

A Woman's Poem

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 and
smacked the shit out of him...

Like his mother used to do.

Shamsinar sent us her adaptation of "A Woman's Poem". Being the dainty lady that she is, Shamsinar took the shit out of this artistic discourse and “smacked him one”.

We were left with no choice but to reproduce the "ori" from for your fulfillment!

1 comment:

  1. It goes back a long way: This version was printed in Australia in 1917:

    Northern Territory Times and Gazette (Darwin, NT : 1873 - 1927) Thursday 19 July 1917
    [photo of the newspaper printing, page 34]


    He criticised her puddings, and he
    didn't like her cake;
    He wished she'd make some biscuits
    like his mother used to make;
    She didn't wash the dishes
    and she didn't make a stew,
    And she didn't mend his stockings, as
    his mother used to do.
    Ah, well! She wasn't perfect, though
    she tried to do her best
    Until at length she thought her time
    had come to have a rest;
    So, when one day he went the same
    old rigamarole all through,
    She turned and boxed his ears, just
    like his mother used to do!