I am digits you should never ask a woman Bronze, golden and dark and Ice I’ve went through I add more to you as the years pass by Though in love some say I don’t matter

The first is spying, an anagram of spoon, The second is a hound, but with two g’s at the end, Tried to be a lion, but changed back again, Always be black and blazing.

The year’s top word, though my credentials are suspect, You’ll never get me, no matter how deep you introspect. Two random digits, meaning naught to anyone, But shout me loud, that doesn’t make it less fun.

A common canned good sold on TV til people stopped buying it. You can't eat it, but it can make your tummy ache. The pros make their living killing for it. With the right 's'tart, it could make quite a killing, itself.

I come from a family of four, the highest you can achieve. Garlic bread being what I adore, I am hidden up your sleeve.