Riddle

RIDDLE
by April Halprin Wayland

It’s an airplane without wings
or a thin pink submarine.
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It’s a new drumstick for Ringo
or a one-legged flamingo.
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No it’s not.  Don’t be a dork.
It’s a tower in New York.
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A small sausage made of pork
or a one note tuning fork.
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It’s the weapon in a thriller.
A vocabulary spiller.
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It’s this page’s closest friend.
I’m a poet–it’s my pen.
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(c) 2011  April Halprin Wayland, all rights reserved
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The story behind the poem:

I was in a waiting room.  Waiting.  So I pulled out my favorite pen. The barrel is pink but the ink is not. I adore this pen beyond reason.  I found it abandoned a few month ago, and ever since I adopted it, my heart goes all pitter-pattery when I zip open my backpack and see it.
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I was looking around for a poem…and there it was. So I began looking at the pen from all angles, trying to see what else it could be. Later I used my favorite online rhyming dictionary.  At the last moment, I saw it for what it was: a riddle!
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Try it–take out your favorite whatever…and stand on your head. What else could it be?