A Funny Poem From a Cookbook

He didn't like my pudding,

And he didn't like my cake.

My biscuits were too hard,

Not like his mother used to bake.

I didn't perk the coffee,

And I didn't make the stew.

I didn't mend his socks,

Like his mother used to do.

As I pondered for an answer,

I was looking for a clue.

So I turned and boxed his ears,

Like his mother used to do.

 I found this in a cookbook the other day when I was looking for something yummy to make, and we all thought it was pretty funny. :) I think you all know that I don't believe this is the right way in which to solve such a problem. ;P  So, I hope it makes you laugh, or chuckle, and if not, then at least bring a smile to your face. :)~Katie~