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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2006 7:19:56 GMT
He didn't like the casserole, And he didn't like my cake. 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... Like his Mother used to do. 
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Post by Plocket on Dec 14, 2006 11:45:47 GMT
Hahaha - I love it!!! Very "Wendy Cope"!!!!! ;D
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Post by sweetleaf on Dec 14, 2006 11:50:54 GMT
 Thats wicked good!
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Post by Susie Snowdrop on Dec 14, 2006 21:51:44 GMT
Top tip Rita  |
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