Do you think of a response while someone is still talking or are you a violet?

She’ll listen, she’ll promise. Yet, she’s thinking.

Is that a Snapper on the wall?

A red fish? I think she has been drinking.

Violet liqueur, likely, it makes her talk.

Broad shoulders and dark eyes? She’ll be winking

like a star between Jupiter and Mars—

he’ll smile, walk over, glasses a-clinking,

crazy eyes lit like the wolf-moon.

She declines his lure for interlinking.

Better to mix yeast and flour and water,

sugar and eggs for a sweet cake baking.

It’s the proper response to any question.

At the end of the world do you make bread or something else with your hands?