Virginia Gun Owners Forum - VGOF

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
like his mother used to do.

I pondered for an answer.
I was looking for a clue.
So I turned around and
smacked the poop out of him.
Like his mother used to do.

And I'm sure he deserved it!