If it is any help to anyone out there “What am I?” is not: a fork; an alarm; an atom; the universe; time; the sun; or a star.
Further top notch thoughts have also been received:
“I don’t know. I don’t think it is a single definite object.”
“Unless it is an intentional misuse of an Anglo-Saxon poetic device needing correction to its solution :
RIDDLE, which is what the poem – asking for a solution IS, (especially given the extended use of prosopopoeia)
If it isn’t this then I don’t know and it is going to annoy me.
There is no semantic / conceptual connection between the various noun phrases of the RIDDLE that I can see.”
And finally: “I don’t know. I’m a Cambridge student not a wizzard …
Here it is again:
What am I?
I am name and I am number.
I am cornflake and cucumber.
I am many, I am few,
I am purple, I am blue.
I am two-dimensional.
I am book and I am jacket.
I am hook and I am packet.
I am product, I am price.
If you blink, I’ll charge you twice.
I am rectilinear.
Sometimes I bleep, sometimes I bloop.
I am grog from Guadeloupe.
I am hammer, I am nails,
I am things for catching snails.
I am unequivocal.
I am secret, I am code.
I am lorries by the load.
I am thick and I am thin.
Riverdance and Lohengrin.
I am infinite.
I am capsules for catarrh.
I am stuff to make you sleep.
I go ba-baa … ba-baaa,
but I am not a sheep.
What am I?
Any thoughts? Answer will be revealed next week.