Map

 “Why do I need a map when all roads lead to you?”

The husband does say things, without thinking them through.

“All roads do lead to me, but you often refuse to see

The one with the store selling grocery.”

“Of course, I see it now, through your eyes, my love,

Why have you drawn a map depicting your treasure trove?”

“I’ve drawn one in detail, and outlined your route in green,

I’d highly appreciate it if you don’t stop anywhere in between.”

“Why would I meander?  I’d go straight for the kill,

Grabbing the desired broccoli, I will make a dash for the bill.”

So saying left the knight, to run the consequential errand,

Sniggering inwardly, at his secret plan oh-so-grand.

On his wife’s birthday, he diverted with such good cheer,

He took the route in red, stopping by the place that sold beer.

An hour turned two, and two turned three,

And the man had burped away, his poor wife’s decree.

The one who drew the map, at her wit’s end would be,

You’d think, waiting for her husband, and her broccoli.

Well, it would do you good, through the window peep,

And see what the lady does, for her time to keep?

She settles in a bubble bath, wine in one hand,

Lost in her book, to a fairyland.

But she thinks about the map, every once in a while,

The trick of map-making in marriage often makes her smile.