Humor: Riddle Me This, Batman

I have four girls, no boys, so sometimes I find my sense of humor out of step with my family. One day last year we were gathered together after dinner sharing jokes. Everybody was telling riddles that they knew. Unfortunately for them, I didn't know any so I made one up.

I hope you enjoy it. My oldest daughter didn't, but my second oldest, who's humor is a bit more cynical like mine, got a kick out of it.

Stretched over black I lie down flat;

my skin is tough as leather.

I set out to be on the other side,

but now I'm exposed to the weather.

What am I?


Highlight the right to see the answer: Road Kill!

Comments

Anonymous said…
Ha! We liked it here!
October 02, 2005 10:15 PM
D.R. Cootey said…
My father-in-law apparently liked it as well. Printed it off and brought it to work.

This is an interesting litmus test. I should read this riddle to all the new people I meet. That way I'll know right away which ones I'll get along with and which ones I should avoid. LOL
October 05, 2005 9:47 PM
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