his mother used to make good foodthe woman in the poem makes food better than his motherthe woman in the poem makes better cakes than his motherNone of the above choices .
what does the man in the story think ?
A Woman 's Poem He did n't like the casserole , And he did n't like my cake . He said my biscuits were too hard ... Not like his mother used to make . I did n't perk the coffee right , He did n't like the stew . I did n't mend his socks , The way his mother used to do .