| Anonymous |
Tue 2010-05-25 11:30 |
You've already lost that ultra-strict repetition, though, because the two lines don't match.
Here's what I just threw together:
Choose the wine that sits in front of me?
Not I! But wait. Is this a bluffing play?
The wine in front of you it cannot be.
So now I watch, until some slip I see,
Some betraying glance so that I then may
Choose. The wine that sits in front of me
Is far from you, where poison ought to be.
Still, though, you think you're strong. Would you assay
The wine that sits in front of you? It cannot be
That complex, so I must not, you'll agree,
If I would see the sun go down today,
Choose the wine that sits in front of me.
You've brought this poison over land and sea.
Exotic fare indeed, and so I say
The wine that sits in front of you it cannot be.
This puzzle would stump greater minds than me:
Though doom awaits them if, foolishly, they
Choose the wine that sits in front of me,
The wine in front of you it cannot be!
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