There was a man alone who lived, across the street he'd look, a family lived a dog, two cats and a cockatoo Shanook. Shanook's a bird with vision, a riddle from his beak.
"Take heed these things I say, these words you cannot bend. Take not the knot to tie the day that surely will not end." The family dog and just one cat would praise their bird Shanook. They pleased his riddled beak with treats so sweet he took. Poor Poe's the cat of praise the bird he will deny. His eyes would sneer the feather's fluffed from a corner he would hide.
A morning came Poor Poe was gone across the street a man who lived alone, with hopes of sympathy he'd purr, a time to play Poor Poe was sure.
Back home across the street, a family lived he missed, upon the perch that feathered freak he thought to reason with. The family, the dog and just one cat, could hear the riddle speak,
"Take heed these things I say, these words you cannot bend. Take not the knot to tie the day that surely will not end." Everywhere they looked and looked that bird with vision he did speak, the cockatoo Shanook.
Upon the perch Poor Poe would sit. A cat with vision, riddles from his whiskers he did speak,
"Take heed these things I say, these words you cannot bend. Take not the knot to tie the day that surely will not end." The family gathered round Poor Poe to hear his riddled whiskers speak. With snacks and treats their fury friend would praise for him to eat.
Sir Mount's the dog of praise, the cat he will deny, from a window he would look to see, upon the perch his fur would fluff the freaky cat would speak,
"Take heed these things I say, these words you cannot bend. Take not the knot to tie the day that surely will not end." The day had come across the street a man who lived alone, to visit his freaky friend Poor Poe. Across the street when he arrived all that he could find, upon the perch Sir Mount did sit, could not believe his eyes. Visions of a muzzle, riddles he would speak,
"Take heed these things I say, these words you cannot bend. Take not the knot to tie the day that surely will not end." Across the street the man who lived alone, looked back no more across the street a family lived, a dog two cats and their bird with vision gone. To be alone he thought was good, really for the best. All the days to come, across the street he lived, a riddled tune he'd sing until his final rest,
"Take heed these things I say, these words you cannot bend. Take not the knot to tie the day that surely will not end." Author:
Rebecca Clark
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I wrote this little riddled do a few years ago and had forgotten about it till this morning when I ran across it in an old folder;... thought I would share it here. Hope you enjoy!
I use this bold first letter format so as not to get so lost in the riddle, lol.
