He didn't like her cooking.
And he didn't like her snake,
Her biscuit was too hairy;
And not too easily slaked.
He didn't like his food to share,
With her 10 foot boa snake.
He didn't mend his attitude,
When she told him what's at stake.
She pondered for an answer.
She was looking for a clue.
When her boa jumped right up.
And hungrily, began to chew.
Edited to get this looking poetic. Edited again---damn pronouns!