On Valentine’s Day I posted a riddle. Nobody’s quite solved it yet (though quite a few were pretty close), so I figured I’d outline the steps here:

1. “smitten” was the key, in more ways than one
2. searching for “smitten” on ensight brought you to this post. Which had a pretty useless riddle:

Smitten Teeneth was not as he whipped fiv’ pure, fray-filled vassals a equine love
In her tears n’er were too well. I do not know how he will taste this. Death is a sorrow.
You cannot find an eager beaver, alas my own new life did die. I am as forlorn as always.

In my dark hair find your red yash, all overly quiet you reel as I find she answers it.
You lit my last heart as incense now we’re under. He sits as ones without life.
True laffs there are not like my fall.

Three fat men I once did retch on, inside a night of truths that won’t evict us.
Did you laugh as I retch? In knowing our last fate did find us?
Lush am I at nights quiet doorstop. I, we, launch sixteen huffs of awe.
Mine last fall.

Beverly was her overly nurished madam, I quiet hisssed!
Wetting her appetit two did I turned a ever a tossed sultan up.
In two. In a four. In falling us over a luv seat we each die.
So later Tim does reveal a otter. I’d never!
He got it at her draw, and waiting I die last.

To find the underlying poem (which was crap, btw), you’d start at “smitten” and then pull out every 7th letter (because smitten was the ‘key’).

Which should reveal a wee little poem.

Did it work? Was there not enough info? What does everyone think of doing these types of silly things every once in a while?