Women in the Kitchen

There was this woman in the kitchen, and she was waiting for her husband to get home.
 Hungry, depleted of energy, he appeared at the door.
“Is dinner ready?” he asked?
She smiled slyly and added one last bit of spice.
“Oh yes, she replied this dinner will be quite nice.”
Her husband tucked his napkin into his shirt, pulled his chair toward the table
Turned on the TV and began watching his favorite show on cable
In her yellow apron, she quickly brought him his plate
It was a plate full of vegetables, the man grimaced in distaste
“Eat your vegetables first,” the woman said with a chuckle
The man gave her a dirty look, and cracked his man-sized knuckles
The woman had become a vegetarian on a whim
She thought it’d make her seem young and very thin
All she served were vegetables, no pasta or rice
In his head, her husband thought, “I’d rather be eating ice.”
Her husband ate four plates of vegetables, but he still felt famished
He yearned for the meat that had long ago vanished.
Suddenly, abruptly, angrily, the man stood from his chair
He grabbed bits and chunks of his own hair
“You’re done in the kitchen!” the man began to shake.
“I need me some steak, this is all I can take!”
The woman stood still, as he ranted and yelled
Free from the kitchen, yes she felt swell
As her husband retreated to his den, the woman picked up the phone
“A pizza with sausage, yes delivered to my home.”
She paid in cash, and savored each piece outside
Such a victory, and a successful little lie.