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Three Men Riddle Reel

Three Men Riddle Reel

Three men sat in a parlor,

Sitting on 10 barrels of ale,

One Red,

One Blue,

One Green.

They each had two glasses of of sherry and wine,

Sampling from barrels they Proclaimed It quite fine.

With a barrel in each Hand, They all spun around,

Laughing and throwing the beer on the ground.

Now Red had Blues,

And Green Had reds,

But Green Had three Casks You see.

 Now Red Had one,

And blue Had two,

But Green Had No Idea,

That Gray Had Come In, And stolen a keg and three.

If one keg is worth two barrels,

And a glass is 1 over 3

How Much Is Left for me?

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Dmitri Rudder

I will Post the Answer on Monday, But anyone is free to guess until then.

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Dmitri Rudder

The Answer is Six glasses of Ale. They wasted the beer, drank all the SHERRY, and none of them drank any ale. Gray stole 8 barrels, so 2 are left for me. I barrel=3glasses, ergo Six remain.

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Devon La Porte

Very cool poem Dmitri, love the playful fun of a bunch of wasteful drunkards and you made it into a riddle. Very original and very much enjoyed although I had no clue about the answer. 

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Bradford

Hey Dimitri.  A very cool and entertaining write . Better be some left for me lol cheers rock 

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