Answerable

"Bavarian Dark Chocolate."

"What is the colour of your eyes?"

"This isn't making any sense", she sounded annoyed.

"It makes perfect sense! It's just questions and answers. Only, they are in reverse. The answer comes before the question", he was enjoying this.

"Okay, let's do this the other way round. You give the answers, I'll guess the questions."

"Only till you get the hang of it."

"Why? Let's just continue."

"No. That won't work. It has to be this way."

"Hmm. I see. You're upto something. What is it? Out with it."

"I'm not upto anything. Let's just start. So, my answer is rottweiler."

"I do not believe that. But, whatever. What's that? Some kinda machine?"

"It's a type of dog."

"So, my question is, What's a mastiff?"

"It's a type of dog... See? There you go. You've got the hang of it. Now you start."

"Hmm. Let's see. I give you topical"

"What's the word that's one letter short of tropical?"

"Bumpkin!"

"Who is the cousin of pumpkin?"

"Unbelievable."

"What are the alien abductions?"

"Only found in novels."

"Define happy endings."

"That's pessimistic."

"What if the world really does end in 2012?"

"Let's end this game."

"Do you want to stop playing?"

"Yes."

"Will you marry me?"

Crimson and Carmine

Always steady, always ready
Thoughtful seems her gaze
Solving a puzzle perhaps
Or puzzling over barley and a maze

Aware of the eyes on her
She sways when she walks
She has their ears when she sings
But no one wants to hear when she talks

She murmurs a made up language
She knows the tricks of the trade
She curses and blesses
Deep from the monochromatic shade

Decked up in silk and crepe
And velvet and satin and lace
Always sitting by the mirror
Oh! She's such a vanity case

Na nananana nananana na na na

"It was a clear day. The sun was at the right elevation and so was she. She was standing on a stone, made slippery by the moss growing on it because of the continuous flow of water. Staring down she saw the perfect arch of rainbow against the background of cascading waters. The drop was, as they say, fantastic."

Oh, screw it. I've lost the flair for this type o' writing. Will return with something less guishy (that's not a spelling mistake. Try a portmanteau of gushy and squishy). Toodles.