Poem me this.
The green suit
The question cane
The Riddler asks
Riddles in vain
He was never noticed
So misunderstood
But he could solve puzzles
So somebody would
But the world was obvlivious
Ignorant and Blind
So he made a brilliant Riddle
To test the worlds mind
Riddle after Riddle
To toy with your thoughts
He can answer them all
While you're always wrong
But don't be ashamed
He's The Riddler, after all
He can solve any Riddle
Yes he can solve them all.
YOU ARE READING
The Riddler's Book
RandomRiddle to your hearts content with a poem or two chucked in for the hell of it, but mainly riddles.
