gratus fermentatio
Well-Known Member
On my way to St. Ives
I saw a man with seven wives.
Each wife had seven sacks.
Each sack had seven cats.
Each cat had seven kittens.
Kitten, cats, sacks, wives.
How many were going to St. Ives ?
man=1
wives=7
mama cats=49
kittens=343
Without counting sacks=400 are going to St. Ives.
If you count the sacks, 449.
At riddles I suck, but my answers, with luck, reflect the true number of each. At two conclusions I've arrived, for this man and his wives, so I ask you: "Ain't that a peach?"
One hump have I, think you know what I am? I can toss a man quite high. I look rather mean, but I'm more than I seem, to some I'm a holy ride. Two gates there are and one do I keep, the other keeps me in my place. Care to compete? I'm the one to beat, in a brief little eight second race.