Quiddles Smoots, and Boots
One day As I was walking down the street
A strange fellow I happened to meet
He walked backwards with an umbrella open…by his feet
He spoke in rhymes and riddles
“If a toot is a quiddle and a quiddles a moot
Then would a moot be a smoot?”
I answered in rhyme as best I could,
“Only a fool would know,
But then, a fool am I
So, know this I should. But alas, I do not
You have stumped me, good sir,”
Then he walked on by saying only
"Until next time, I’m sure”
By Michelle D
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