Still haven’t gotten enough sleep. Here’s a riddle poem:

Made with fine intricacies
A model for all time, you see
And you may yet hear how I work
(Though not when without hands, a perk)
My name, what you can do with me.

Part of NaCreSoMo 2016.

This entry was posted on March 08, 2016. Tags: Puzzle, Poetry, NaCreSoMo 2016