mark spross


Mother-In-Laws Cooking

For steamming in her kettle is a porrage made of meddle
With tender loving care she cooks a toxic fare
And at her slightest wish she laddles up the dish
And sticks it in the maw of her loving son-in-law
Its never to his taste as he spits it out in haste
The daughter tries to clean the floor as she serves him up some more
The dribble leaves a stain, He cant wipe away the shame
When he had enough to choke He shudders off the yoke
Leaves the daughter in despair for there can be no repair

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