Two weeks or so ago, said she,
"What can I do with my fashion,
That would re-ignite that first-love glee?
We need to stoke that passion."
I quipped without a thought or three,
Something to get her attention,
"Look at where our tastes agree,
We'll eliminate misapprehension.
Today her nails turned out to be
Dressed up in shades of bacon.
That my woman understandeth me
Should never be mistaken.