The prompt: Write a riddle poem that describes something without ever naming it.
Sort of Rhymes with Rimbaud
If you speak my language, Ndovu is my name;
but in any other country, my name is not the same.
No fair using Google. Save that for the end.
It’s more fun solving riddles if the rules you don’t bend.
I pack my own big suitcase, my own piano, too.
Once people thought I wasn’t smart, so that’s another clue.
Part of me’s a stocking. It’s what I’m noted for.
And I am also loyal–faithful to the core.
Sometimes I hold umbrellas, though it’s a cruel fate.
People like to look at me in spite of all my weight.
I’m playful as a baby and a workhorse when I’m older.
Have you solved my riddle or are you getting colder?
If you haven’t guessed by now, I think you’ll never get it.
Why don’t you be my opposite? Why don’t you just forget it?
Solution: 1-8, 3-17, 5-21, 7-1, 8-20, 9-22, 11-33, 12-32
Solution to Title: 2-3, 3-17, 6-24, 9-17, 14-5
The solution key: The first letter of the answer to the riddle is the 8th letter of line 1 of the poem. The second letter is the 17th letter in line 3, etc. Be forewarned that the word hinted at in the title is in Swahili. How else could I insure you wouldn’t cheat? Okay, now you hate me.