Sunday Dinner With Mama-In-Law
I wouldn't mind sharin'
With Wilda H. Perrin
A fried chicken section
She burnt to perfection
White beans from the navy
Gummy rice with gravy
Green beans smothered down
Until they turn brown
Fussin' and complainin'
"I love you", she's sayin'
By moanin' and bitchin'
And cleaning the kitchen...
*She usually forgot to check the chicken and sometimes smoked up the whole house...If anyone DARED to come help, she would retort, "Who's the cook here
anyway? Open the damn door!" Also, NOBODY complained when it was time to eat!
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