Rhiannon and I are sitting on a sofa in the living room of Rayley's house - or I should say one of the living rooms, for I think I saw at least one other. Of course, the other one could be called a "sitting room."
"Roses are red," I begin. "Violets are blue." I pause. "That's all I can come up with."
"Well, you want to write two more lines, the second one ending in a word that rhymes with blue," Rhiannon replies.
"Okay," I say, sighing. My tongue comes out involuntarily as I ponder. Finally, I have the answer.
"Roses are red. Violets are blue. I am so hungry. I would like some beef stew."
She laughs, which turns into a silent smile. She continues to stare at me. "What?" I say.
"It isn't very romantic," she replies.
"Oh, yeah." I return to my pondering.
"Roses are red. Violets are blue. Although we just met, I think I like you."