I hate to interrupt his majesty's midnight rantings
But I've heard you all like poems
And quite a few of you are good with riddles
So here's one for ya
The king indeed much more prefers me
Than ever he has done for the number three
In the hallowed halls of an institute, without a single ray
of sunshine, I'm the time you spend every week, in days
Half your last but with thy first
In due time, your mind will burst
Your favorite number, plus your least
THIS many digits were baked into the cannibal's half-feast
And lest these rhymes do prove too potent
Then the amount of voices inside your friend's head shall be your hint
3 reviews:
You expect me to solve this after what you did to me? Screw you! Someone else needs to get this for me...
I am completely terrible at riddles...
In somewhat related news, it's raining here. A lot. Not in a Labyrinth way. I mean actual rain.
~ Branwen
Only in five days?
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