Down in the Valley Where the Green Grass Doesn’t Grow…

Without Twitter, I think I would be living under a rock. Actually, I do live under a rock…in the nineteenth century. Victorian England, to be precise. Under a bridge, in London, and not a pretty London either. This is a sooty, smoggy, smelly, Dickensian London. Occasionally, Twitter pries me reluctantly from beneath this rock to inform me about earthquakes, hurricanes, political elections, the ows movement, and the latest technological procrastination sensation riding the waves of the web: if you, like me, live under a rock, you might not have heard of the riddle of Happy Valley currently making noise on Twitter. Allow me to enlighten you:

You are going on a trip to the valley of green grass, and you may bring with you a cookie but no cake, an apple but not an orange, boots but no socks or shoes…

The valley is a strange place that I would say is governed by unusual rules, but there are no rules in the valley.

There is goodness in the valley, but no evil; plenty of apples and strawberries, but no peaches, grapes, oranges, or bananas. There is dinner in the valley, but no breakfast or lunch, sweets, but no chocolate (which has me seriously questioning my ability to survive for more than 30 seconds in the valley).
There is chatter in the valley, but no talk; sleep, but no beds. There is communication, but no understanding; grammar, but no punctuation or syntax.
There are trees in the valley, but no flowers; the grass is green, but it never grows. There is a moon in the valley, but no sun, nor any sky. The streets are dotted with puddles, but there is no rain. There are books in the valley, but no reading; syllables, but no words.
There are puppies in the valley, but no dogs; kittens, but no cats. There is school, but no play; no paychecks, but no work. There is congress, but no government (insert snort here).
There is giggling in the valley, but no laughter; no tears, but lots of sobbing. There are riddles, but no jokes; coffee, but no cream and sugar (or Starbucks, for that matter).
There is no hope in the valley, but much sorrow; darkness, but no light. There is food in the valley, but no eating, no love, because there are no hearts.

Have you figured it out yet? What belongs in the valley and what doesn’t? Warning: you can be trapped in the valley, but you can never escape!


  1. guate6 said

    I don’t seem to be able to figure it out

  2. Great post today thanks. I really enjoyed reading it very much. You have an excellent blog here.

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    • poetprodigy7 said

      It took me a while too. Words with double letters belong in the valley, words without double letters don’t.

  3. John said

    Hey, that post was awesome! Smiles. I hadn’t looked at it the first go-round.

    • poetprodigy7 said

      Thanks. Glad you liked it.

  4. Nancy kramer said

    What’s the answer

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