The Muse of Conversation

It all started because I got a song stuck in my head and couldn't remember the lyrics.  Normally, if that happens, I just made up my own words.  It's kind of like free writing, except you slowly become more abstract and hilarious.  Does this ever happen to you?

Last night my wife decided to help.  We were both reading our current respective books:  her The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman and my The Pirate King by R.A. Salvatore when I suddenly burst into song.

"You're as cold as ice... something that rhymes with ice..."
"...willing to sacrifice..."

And then we started making up our own lyrics.

Roll the dice.
Dice and slice.
Not once but twice.
One time, I had lice.
My watch is cheaply priced.
Pie is nice, can I have a slice.
Hey, there's some mice.
My hand is in a vice.

And my wife's golden lyric which ended the session in laughter:

You're Asian.  Make me some rice.