Caught
"The rules for the black hats
state that if you are caught,
you must tell us a riddle,
whether you're willing or not."
"A riddle?" says she,
"I have hundreds to spout.
For starters, please tell me,
For starters, please tell me,
Why do sisters fall out?"
"That's not a riddle!" I cried,
"That's as vague as can be!
I meant like,
"What thing has eyes that can't see?"
"I know that one," she said,
"The answer is, 'Me in the dark.'
Unlike that one,
my riddle's not such a walk in the park."
I hesitated,
not wanting to forfeit the test.
"Is the answer,
that they cannot both be the best."
"Nice try." Said she,
"You could well be right.
But the answer to a riddle
must fit the question air-tight."
I muttered and grumbled,
but wouldn't give in.
as I searched for the knowledge,
that would help me to win.
And then came the answer,
and it fit like a glove,
From an old song about Esme,
and lost sisterly love.
"Sisters will fight,
it seems clear to me,
when one has the other
thrown into the sea!"
as I searched for the knowledge,
that would help me to win.
And then came the answer,
and it fit like a glove,
From an old song about Esme,
and lost sisterly love.
"Sisters will fight,
it seems clear to me,
when one has the other
thrown into the sea!"
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