Riddle
We all like a riddle.
Ive got Public Announcements.
Of affection.
And of things that are Liddle.
Is it the road to enlight?
Or a strange way to fight?
Perhaps I enjoy.
To endure exsquisite mental torture.
Then relax in a culture that is horture.
Do I rhyme for no reason?
The Cypress Tree in the garden has its season.
Povey 2015