Because I am by nature blind,
I wisely choose to walk behind;
However, to avoid disgrace,
I let no creature see my face.
My words are few, but spoke with sense;
And yet my speaking gives offence:
Or, if to whisper I presume,
The company will fly the room.
By all the world I am opprest:
And my oppression gives them rest.
BTW, do us all a favor and keep your answers clean.
I'm posting one puzzle, riddle, math, or statistical problem a day. Try to answer each one and post your answers in the comments section. I'll post the answer the next day. Even if you have the same answer as someone else, feel free to put up your answer, too!
Friday, May 07, 2010
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This made me think of vampire bats!, but I really am terrible at the poetry ones.
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ReplyDeleteYou're on the right track anonymous. This is actually 'on the posterior' by Swift. Who knew anyone would ever right a poem about the posterior?
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