Man and Woman

A Woman's Poem

He didn't like the curry

And he didn't like my cake.

He said my biscuits were too hard...

Not like his mother used to make.

I didn't prepare 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.

Isn't there anything I could do

To match his mothers shoe T

hen I smiled as I saw light

One thing I could definitely do

I turned around and slapped him tight...

Like his mother used to !!!!!

An orginal Reply written by Mr Manan Goyal -core member APJ group

A man’s poem

I was a bachelor earlier,
Now I’m a gardener digging up sand,
A mechanic, a plumber, a dish washer,
To name a few, after I became a husband.

Sunday’s were reserved for football,
Or cricket, or tennis; pub or bar
Now Sunday is when I shop, day all
Even that damn market is too far

She’s not happy with my salary,
I have a car, she want’s another,
I haven’t done a thing correct in my life,
Oh! Her idol is her father!!!

My neighbor knows how to do every thing right.
Her every family member is a genius & bright.
Oh I wish I have some peace in my life,

But come what may…I really love my wife…