No one knows this riddle anymore but me

For serious. I thought everyone knew it. Apparently 'everyone' just translates as 'just me.'

On that note, I take sick pleasure in finging ways to slash the most random things.

The Riddle:

As I was going to St. Ives,
I met a man with seven wives
Each wife had seven sacks
Each sack had seven cats
Each cat had seven kits
So kits, cats, sacks, and wives
How many were there going to St. Ives?

Obviously it works better if you say it, rather than read it. I managed to get my roommate with it, hee hee.

( The slash )

Stupid fsking story. It was meant to be a short, cute drabble. I'm not sure what it actually is. Other than five pages of absurdity that either needs to be hacked back down or fully fleshed out *rolls eyes at self and goes to hide away until the weather fucking warms up as obviously the cold has gotten to brain*

Also, thinking it would be a page at most, I typed it directly into semagic. So I apologize for the errors.

Georgie Porgie, pudding and pie, kissed the girls and made them cry...

For sporkess, because she mentioned it and I wanted to give it a whirl. Kitty approves, but we shall await Spork's verdict before I am satisfied ^^;; Totally goofy and pointless.

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