Riddle

I told a funny riddle

Just like an exam

I played it like a fiddle

And then I'd say thank you ma'am

The answers came from all sides

As each one tried and tried

As for the closest answer

 I tried hard to decide

My riddle got the best of me

It got the best of you

No one got the answer

Not even close, Not even a few.

They probed me for the answer 

and then tried to cut my hair

I said,  I am not Samson 

Please take your scissors and ware

I woke up one morning

To find my long locks gone

I would not go out of the house

I stayed in to sing a lamenting song. 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Honey-Bee. I had to read a few times. You create visions and took me with you in the poem. I like how the riddle led you to the house and lamenting. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Honey-Bee]

Thanks Coyote!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[Chris Micha]

Very good. Might look at 'mam' should be 'ma'am' and in second stanza 'closes' should be 'closest'. :)

[Honey-Bee]

Thanks Christian! I was wondering about that