Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Wednesday Puzzler

Wednesday Puzzler with no picture? What?!

Let's show the picture later this evening, after I finish my computer class. Remember, I'm blocked from blogspot domains at work, so I can't respond until 8:00 pm or so today.

So, who am I?

My group is big.
I am small.
I eat alot, but not a pig.
You might find me on a wall.
But a rock, bottle, or turtle will do.
Sessile I, hermaphroditic too.
This may sound rude,
but I get my food,
by glueing my head to something stout
and use my feet to kick food into my mouth.

(Whew! I think my poetic license just got revoked.)

Gotta run, life is calling!


Thunder Dave said...

I think you must be Barnacle Bill!

Lightnin said...

Would that be Barnacle Bill the Sessiler?

kevin said...

I think this one lasted less than an hour.

Rexroth's Daughter said...

Very creative, FC. The poem is fine, I especially like the line ...and use my feet to kick food into my mouth...
It has a certain joie de vivre.

Leslie said...

Well, I was totally clueless. I even looked up "sessile". Good one!

Abandoned in Pasadena said...

I looked up all the words and have to agree with everyone else...It's a grown up barnacle.

You sure are a good poet!

Wayne said...

doggone it, I came too late. Barnacle, of course. A crustacean!

Hick said...

I would never have guessed that but I did like your poetry.


Floridacracker said...

Very good guessers! Obviously, either my poetry skills are excellent or I gave too many clues...or you are all just really smart.

The ever practical hermaphroditic barnacles have one other claim to fame that I won't mention here as it is of a, personal nature and this site strives to stay in the G or PG ratings.

Look it up yourself...

Wayne said...

It was the little feet kicking in the food that gave it away. At least for me. I did like the poetry, btw.

fcxwx - FC, xwx? I thought this was a family site.

Floridacracker said...

I act this out in my Marine Science classes to the howls of my students...I look akin to a fool, but they remember it.
I am oldschool...poetry rhymes or it's not really poetry.