Stalks of brown and amber and gold,
mighty when young, wither when old.
Bleached by the sun and watered daily,
Length may distinguish if lord or lady.
Post your answer in the comments section below.
Brian Douthit is a full time PhD Student at the Duke University School of Nursing in Durham, North Carolina.
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Wheat
Your hair…
and now one for you:
A monkey’s mother, chimpanzee,
A man who’s challenged follically,
The Prince of Wales sipping tea,
Pray tell me, can you link these three?
Heirlessness
Close…
You got it! It’s hair. Very nice job! And nice complimentary riddle!
My guess for Brian’s riddle is: the presidency of the United States.
Heir apparent?
Close enough. The first is a hairy parent… the second has NO hair apparent, and the third, of course, is the heir apparent.
This is a good one