Caught

Caught

"The rules for the black hats

state that if you are caught,

you must tell us a riddle,

whether you're willing or not."

"A riddle?" says she,

"I have hundreds to spout.
For starters, please tell me,

Why do sisters fall out?"

"That's not a riddle!" I cried,

"That's as vague as can be!

I meant like,

"What thing has eyes that can't see?"

"I know that one," she said,

"The answer is, 'Me in the dark.'

Unlike that one,

my riddle's not such a walk in the park."

I hesitated, 

not wanting to forfeit the test.

"Is the answer,

that they cannot both be the best."

"Nice try." Said she,

"You could well be right.

But the answer to a riddle

must fit the question air-tight."

I muttered and grumbled,

but wouldn't give in.
as I searched for the knowledge,
that would help me to win.

And then came the answer,
and it fit like a glove,
From an old song about Esme,
and lost sisterly love.

"Sisters will fight,
it seems clear to me,
when one has the other
thrown into the sea!"