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Since everyone enjoyed the last dirty riddle so much, let's take a look at another from those filthy-minded Anglo Saxons. Like the last riddle, this one also comes from the 1000 year old Book of Exeter. The book itself was a sizable collection of Old English poetry, most of which was considerably less "mature" than what you'll read here.
I am a wondrous creature: to women a thing of joyful expectancy,
to close-lying companions serviceable. I harm no
city-dweller excepting my slayer alone.
My stem is erect and tall, I stand up in bed,
and whiskery somewhere down below.
Sometimes a countryman's quiet comely daughter will venture,
bumptious girl, to get a grip on me. She assaults my red self
and seizes my head and clenches me in a cramped place.
She will soon feel the effect of her encounter with me,
this curly-locked woman who squeezes me. Her eye will be wet.
Continue below for the answer...
An onion.
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