Grooms Beware!

He didn't like my pudding, 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, and I didn't make the stew,

I didn't mend his socks like his mother used to do.


As I pondered for an answer, I was looking for a clue.

So I turned and boxed his ears, like his mother used to do.