Ok this gotta be my favorite poem of the day.
Got this from forwarded email and I guess might amuses some women.

A Woman’s Poem

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.

Yah wack him! That’s my kind of gal! LOL.

I hate the rain;
I hate wet, cold, chilling weather.
It’s too much flowing, too annoying;
Today, yesterday, everyday since last week.

Yah I hate the rain;
It flooded the rivers, channels and lower ground.
It drained one life today;
Poor soul stuck in the middle of flooded creek,
I wonder why he was there in the first place though.

I hate the rain;
It delays people with their schedules,
I’m late for work;
Today, yesterday, everyday since it rains.
I was late for work, may be before that too;
Still…I hate the rain.

29th Sep – 12:45pm

I turn 22

September the second sits on Friday,
Which happens to be my 22nd B’Day.

The day, the date and the month,
Match like a pair of pant.

It only comes once in a decade
For it’s my second match on exact date.

I thought of something to write,
To sit down and think it tight,

The time I’ve passed, the stuffs I’ve done, the things I’ve achieve,
For my life, I’ve done nothing deed.

The time passed by, seasons grow,
I still struggle to keep with the flow.

I put down my pen, leave out a sigh,
I’ll have another day to fight with my time.

I enjoy my nice cake and a hot meal my mom made,
With some laughter and some shouts,
I spend my birthday with my family I care about.

(11:45 pm – 2nd Sep, 2005)