There is an Anglo-Saxon form of riddling that plays with the polarities of words like bright and dark, cold and warm, throwing them against one another and crafting lines of rich, humorous nonsense like this poem that has been around for so many hundreds of years that you just have to sit back and, with nothing else in mind, laugh out loud.?
Elodin proved a difficult man to find. He had an office in Hollows, but never seemed to use it. When I visited Ledgers and Lists, I discovered he only taught one class: Unlikely Maths. However, this was less than helpful in tracking him down, as according to the ledger, the time of the class was 'now' and the location was 'everywhere.
Dechymic pwy yw.Creadt kyn dilyw.Creadur kadarnHeb gic heb ascwrn.Heb wytheu heb waet.Heb pen aheb traet.Ny bed hyn ny byd ieu.No get y dechreu.Ny daw oe odeuYr ofyn nac agheu.Ny dioes eisseuGan greaduryeu.Guess who it is.Created before the deluge.A creature strong,Without flesh, without bone,Without veins, without blood,Without head, and without feet.It will not be older, it will not be younger,Than it was in the beginning.There will not come from his designFear or death.He has no wantsFrom creatures.