Tuesday, May 17, 2005

Miranda, the poor little girl ....

Deep in my mind: Like his mother used to do

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
As I was looking for a clue.

Then I turned around and smacked him...
Like his Mother used to do.

(sorry guys...I had to share this...lol)
posted by Miranda at 2:58 AM"

PS: Miranda married one of the NRI gujjus from IT
sounds a lott like dil-e-nadaan


1 comment:

Miranda said...

:P lol...actually I was married to him...but yeah....I left.