plasmid Posted November 29, 2011 Report Share Posted November 29, 2011 Rub my eyes as I grow ill I'll blow my runny nose Burning fever, shaking chill And thus this state arose Take to me your brandished knife And all that runs therewith Clear what's foul for sake of life With potion acting swift Fill my bowl to brim with soup Then prod, it's down my pate Stomach churns, perhaps recoup Perhaps regurgitate Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
0 WitchOfDoubt Posted November 29, 2011 Report Share Posted November 29, 2011 (edited) My first intuition is that this is some kind of device/appliance/machine that may or may not be broken. My first guess, a clogged toilet/drain fits the third verse and part of the second, but totally doesn't work for the first verse at all. I'll keep thinking. Edit: A further hunch Maybe it's a car or car engine - it can run hot or cold, and the brandished "knife" could be a dipstick for testing oil. The nose-blowing could be a horn? I don't own a car, but I googled "oil change" and "spitting" and it looks like cars can spit up oil. Edited November 29, 2011 by WitchOfDoubt Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
0 plasmid Posted November 29, 2011 Author Report Share Posted November 29, 2011 As you say, a clogged toilet doesn't exactly work. The second guess would actually work pretty well as a story of a car breaking down - emergency blinkers, horn honking or fluid leaking, engine going from running or overheated (warm) to dead (cold), getting an oil change, then perhaps working. Quite creative and appropriate, just not what I've got in mind. And minor edit to the riddle made purely for poetic-ish-ness's sake. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
0 WitchOfDoubt Posted November 29, 2011 Report Share Posted November 29, 2011 Well, another one that works for all but the first verse is garbage disposal And a friend of mine, thinking outside the box, guessed hookah Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
0 Guest Posted November 29, 2011 Report Share Posted November 29, 2011 Blender, or laundry machine. But that first verse... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
0 Molly Mae Posted November 29, 2011 Report Share Posted November 29, 2011 (edited) Are you a campfire or barbecue? EDIT: Or a wine bottle. Edited November 29, 2011 by Molly Mae Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
0 plainglazed Posted November 29, 2011 Report Share Posted November 29, 2011 ahh, Mo Ma, you burst my bubble champagne Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
0 Molly Mae Posted November 29, 2011 Report Share Posted November 29, 2011 (edited) ahh, Mo Ma, you burst my bubble Every time I hit Post, I think of something new. EDIT: Including this time. Edited November 29, 2011 by Molly Mae Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
0 plasmid Posted November 30, 2011 Author Report Share Posted November 30, 2011 Well, another one that works for all but the first verse is garbage disposal And a friend of mine, thinking outside the box, guessed hookah Sort of a judgement call on whether I should count that first guess as correct. But after reviewing the instant replay, I'll call the riddle solved. actually, I just figured it was time to riddle about the kitchen sink Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
0 WitchOfDoubt Posted December 1, 2011 Report Share Posted December 1, 2011 (edited) Nice! See, at one point I thought "a dripping kitchen faucet", since that has hot, cold, and a runny nose. But that wouldn't fit the "kitchen drain" clues. I think I expected the riddle to be much more detail-specific (a sink broken in a certain way, as opposed to dripping AND clogged) and less holistic. But it's definitely fair. Edited December 1, 2011 by WitchOfDoubt Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Rub my eyes as I grow ill
I'll blow my runny nose
Burning fever, shaking chill
And thus this state arose
Take to me your brandished knife
And all that runs therewith
Clear what's foul for sake of life
With potion acting swift
Fill my bowl to brim with soup
Then prod, it's down my pate
Stomach churns, perhaps recoup
Perhaps regurgitate
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