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