Once, again, Mr. Punch, with my help, is offering up a true Victorian riddle. The first person to answer correctly--by posting in the comments--will receive public congratulations.
So, here's this week's riddle. We ask that you don't Google the answer. Mr. Punch would not find that sporting at all. Give it a shot and see what you can come up with. Here we go... No cheating...
Emblem
of youth and innocence,
With walls inclos'd for my defence,
And with no care opprest;
I boldly spread my charms around,
Till some rude lover breaks the mound,
And takes me to his breast.
Here soon I sicken and decay;
My beauty lost, I'm turn'd away
And thrown upon the street;
Where I despis'd a vagrant lie,
See no Samaritan pass by,
But num'rous insects meet.
Ladies! contemplate well my fate,
Reflect upon my wretched state!
Implore the Almighty aid,
Lest you (which heaven avert) like me
Should come to want and misery,
Be ruin'd and betray'd.
With walls inclos'd for my defence,
And with no care opprest;
I boldly spread my charms around,
Till some rude lover breaks the mound,
And takes me to his breast.
Here soon I sicken and decay;
My beauty lost, I'm turn'd away
And thrown upon the street;
Where I despis'd a vagrant lie,
See no Samaritan pass by,
But num'rous insects meet.
Ladies! contemplate well my fate,
Reflect upon my wretched state!
Implore the Almighty aid,
Lest you (which heaven avert) like me
Should come to want and misery,
Be ruin'd and betray'd.
And the answer is...
A ROSE.
Good, albeit weird, answers from everyone today! I am thoroughly impressed. So, while all of you are at home tonight, pressing croissants and onions to your bosoms, I hope you remember your online triumph. Come back next Friday for another of Mr. Punch's Puzzles.
And, for you caption fans, we've got a Trade Card Caption Contest tomorrow which ought to be interesting. Four words:
Tiny. Babies. Duckies. Extract.
23 comments:
Delicate and fluffy
Bleating like mad
It's a sheet
wrapped in a taco shell
Meth-addicted ball of fuzz
It thought it was in
an eggroll.
SheeP! Not sheet! Dammmmmit!
You don't think I'd be so foolish as to make fun of meth-addicted sheets?
It's okay, April. We all understand you here and knew your quasi-haiku was part of your standard sheep-bashing. Let go. You're safe here.
An onion.
Sam...I'm sorry that your lovers take onions to their breast. You might want to invest in some scented oil plug-ins.
Sounds like any Hollywood Starlet. Maybe even..........................................JUDY!
You need a new hobby, honey.
Madonna's old cone shaped bra?
Ha! Could be!
I think it's a sheep wrapped in onions wearing Madonna's bra.
That makes as much sense as the actual answer.
Is it love?
In a metaphorical way.
I got nothin. Now I just want onion tacos.
Don't we all.
It's a croissant.
Again, Barb, who presses a croissant to their chest?
I do. If I'm bought dinner first.
I have many responses to that. None of them I will share.
This always makes me laugh.
Could it be a book?
Clever, but no.
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