What colour are your eyes?
The questioned, breathes in, shakes his head and sighs
Sir, they’re not disguised,
after all they are my eyes,
and I make no attempt to keep them closed but open like the skies.
The things I say to you, well, they aren’t ******* lies,
and your own stupidity is what will be your demise.
the questioner looks puzzled, sudoku plastered across his face
Oh sir! You look confused!
Well In that case,
To figure out the colour, just look at one place,
A place full of grace,
So sit back and brace,
Just look into my eyes you ******* idiot.
The questioner looks offended, face throbbing bright pink
Sir, I think you might need a drink.
No water? Then your eyeballs might shrink!
Here’s your drink! Clink!
If you can’t tell a persons eye colour, by using your own eyes, then sir that must really stink,
That’s actually kind of ironic don’t you think?
The questioner looks baffled, his confusion slowly on the rise
You look so confused, I think your retina could be fried!
Has he died?
I mean he’s just sitting there,
the questioner sits back and cries
Like a group of the alphabet tried to tell him the Beatles were back,
The questioned couldn’t believe his i’s
the questioned looked puzzled, embarrassed and baffled
Puzzled like scrabble
Embarrassed like he’d been tackled
Baffled like Seattle (so baffled, even his rhyming didn’t make any sense)
Green
The questioner looks up with a smile
I’m sorry, it’s been a while,
I’m not used to dating old style,
So far, it’s not been worthwhile, and I didn’t mean to be hostile but my lifestyle has been freestyle and like a pile of bile it’s been vile.
Now I know I can be a task, but sir why did you ask?
the questioner looks into the eyes of the questioned, at that moment all thoughts and feelings have been beckoned
They hold a persons secrets,
Wether or not we’re destined,
More powerful than a thousand questions,
And yours are perfection.
the questioned blushes, leans forward with intrigue, glowing like sunrise
So tell me sir, what colour are your eyes?
