He didn’t like the casserole
And he didn’t like my cake,
He said 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.
So I turned around and smacked him one
Like his mother used to do.
‘I had tolio as a child,’ he answered.
‘You mean polio?’ she asked.
‘No, tolio. The disease only affected my toes.
When the groom took off his pants, his bride once again asked
‘What’s wrong with your knees? They’re all lumpy and deformed!
‘As a child, I also had kneasles,’ he explained.
‘You mean measles?’ she asked.
‘No, kneasles. It was a strange illness that only affected my knees.
The new bride had to be satisfied with this answer.
As the undressing continued, her husband at last removed his underwear.
‘Don’t tell me,’ she said.
‘Let me guess…