Solving the Riddle
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?
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