What Are You Like?

I heard him say, over and over again. "What are you like? " It must have been quite a challenge- to bite her upper-lip and in spite of-all-that. "What are you like? " But obviously, she loved him- with all her might. Standing there I heard him say it again. "What are you like? " It must have been quite a challenge- listening to his condescending tease but smiling, she just, looked on. "What are you like? " Not even a squint in her eyes not one could I spy. "What are you like? " He sniggered again and she just shrugged with involuntary laughter or was it pain. "What are you like? " She chuckled and grinned as I ground my teeth away it was then I was glad my bus came saving me from this tumultuous pain.