My Riddle

Yesterday, my brother asked me to make him a riddle to solve...well, this is all I could come up with...you might not get it...if you come up with the answer, just post a comment with your answer. I told my sister about it and asked her the answer and when she didn't know the answer I told her the answer...and she just stared at me like "ooookkkkkk...that's strange." Well, here it is!

No matter how much I bug you...
No matter how hard you scrub me...
I'll never be free of the stink...

What am I?

I'll give the answer some time next week.


-Jaime Robinson-

Some Little Poems I Wrote

The Spiritual Race

By: Jaime Robinson

If once you're in the race,
Running at a steady pace,
Don't get slowed by sin,
But run the race and win!






Reborn

By: Jaime Robinson

We have been reborn,
No longer torn.
Like a child we grow and grow,
Though we learn quite slow.






The Marriage of Larry

By: Jaime Robinson

There once was a mouse,
Who was fat as a house,
And could barely fit into his hole.
His name was Larry,
And he was quite merry,
'Till his girlfriend married a mole.

Then he was sad,
And he felt very bad,
Until he got a clue.
He lost some weight,
Went on a date,
And he married a girl named Lou.





The Mainean Mariner Malfunctions

By: Jaime Robinson

There once was a man from Maine,
Who boated in the rain.
He tried to catch krill,
But instead caught a chill,
And went home in terrible pain.