Squire Richard
Dreamer
Hello, I'm Richard, I'm sadly not a real squire, though I am a (narrative) poet who can make a formidable upside-down cake and, as you may have noticed, I'm none too good at introductions, so I'm going to try leaving some riddles for people instead, which is basically the same thing, right? Right?!
1.
Shall I guard your face?
Or shall I guard behind?
For only one can well be done
And what you leave is for the sun
Who surely won't be kind.
2.
Heat of the noose, heat of the noose,
No good, to be sure, if too tight or too loose
And in summer, I trow, t'will be of no use.
3.
Cylindrical compression
For flattened confections
Back and forth, forth and back
Though a self-thwarting shambles
If flour you lack.
1.
Shall I guard your face?
Or shall I guard behind?
For only one can well be done
And what you leave is for the sun
Who surely won't be kind.
2.
Heat of the noose, heat of the noose,
No good, to be sure, if too tight or too loose
And in summer, I trow, t'will be of no use.
3.
Cylindrical compression
For flattened confections
Back and forth, forth and back
Though a self-thwarting shambles
If flour you lack.
Myth Weaver
Troubadour