Fan Fiction ❯ Saint Ives ❯ SI2 ( Chapter 2 )

As I was going to Saint Ives

I met a man with seven wives

And each wife had seven sacks

And each sack had seven cats

And each cat had seven kits

Kits, cats, sacks, wives

How many were going to Saint Ives?

The answer my friends is just "I" seeing as how said person only `met' all them freaks on the way. Don't know who wrote this, or where it started from, but I do know it's a cool riddle. Just about anything can strike up an idea or two, my poem came about while I was watching `Daria' *shrugs* go fig. I hope you enjoyed it!