Riddle
Riddle
By Devon Coupland
We are all covered in armor,
And most of us are close to the ground,
We despise the cold, and prefer the warmer,
And very few of us tend to make a sound.
Two of us are named for drink,
One of us for a food at your supper,
Occasionally we appeal to those with kink,
And it’s rumored that we never blink.
Our nose is in our mouth, and with it an extra hinge,
Others of us kill with a double set of syringe.
Many of us send a shiver up your spine,
None of us are particularly kind,
Some of us are big others of us very small,
But our pattern of look is something familiar to us all.
By Devon Coupland
We are all covered in armor,
And most of us are close to the ground,
We despise the cold, and prefer the warmer,
And very few of us tend to make a sound.
Two of us are named for drink,
One of us for a food at your supper,
Occasionally we appeal to those with kink,
And it’s rumored that we never blink.
Our nose is in our mouth, and with it an extra hinge,
Others of us kill with a double set of syringe.
Many of us send a shiver up your spine,
None of us are particularly kind,
Some of us are big others of us very small,
But our pattern of look is something familiar to us all.
posted by Poetic_bum at 10:49 p.m.
3 Comments:
hahahahah, no no, try something a little more.... animalistic.
Hey that's it. Good work. its snakes.
Thank you and the same to you. And yes a milk.
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