A Gals Poem ;)
He didnt lyk my curry
and didnt like my cake....
he said my biscuits were hard not lyk his mother used to make
i didnt prepare d coffee ryt
he didnt lyk d stew
i didnt mend d socks lyk his mother used to
i ponder 4 d answer
isnt dere nything i can do to match his mother's shoe
den i smile n saw a light
i turned around n slapped him tight
like his mother used too.......... :) :) : P; D
nEeLaBhA
poem by Neelabha Mahajan
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