Mom's Cooking
My wife can't cook as well as my mother.
When cooking a meal, there is no other.
With roasts, stews, or spaghetti sauce,
in the kitchen, my mother is the boss.
I married a girl like the one that married dear old dad.
I still love my wife, and her cooking isn't that bad.
Inspired by another member's poem.
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