A hedge of white stone marks my entranceway
Where you like Alice down the rabbit hole fall
Into chemical alchemy away from light of day
And by way of a straightforward labyrinth crawl
Until you exit, utterly transformed. What am I?
But the real question begs, heh heh, what are you?
Entries Tagged as ‘riddle me’
March 20, 2008
Riddle Me #3
March 11, 2008
An Original (I hope to God) Riddle
What has a face, a pair of hands that waves all day round, and is ticked off every second of it?
