A single ring so he can't go, A different ring for deadly show, A bloody wave to bring him near, A bloody end, the crowd will cheer, It's always he and never she... What? You don't believe me? Who is he?
Many leaves, no tree to hold them. A single spine, no bones enfold him. Not to be judged by the jacket he wears; Escape from the now, freedom from cares. Who or what is he?
Four cars coming from different directions come to a four way stop. They can't decide who got there first, so they all go forward at the same time. However, they do not crash into each other. How is this possible?
He can bring you joy, sorrow, or everything in between. None have seen, smelt or felt him, yet many still know what he is. He has many types, but he is really just one thing. What is he ?
