LIKE HIS MOTHER USED TO DO

He didn't like my pudding
And he didn't like my cake.
My biscuits were too hard.
Not like his mother used to bake.

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 around and boxed his ears,
Like his Mother used to do.