This is one of those days. And this result is this ditty picked up from the Chronicle and attributed to Gene Sandefur of Sugar Land. It is not something that counselors advise and put out with the usual grain of salt and tongue in cheek.
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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