Riddle Seventeen: The Ciphered Numbers Game
Seek the path where numbers hide,
A riddle's dance, a cipher's pride.
Is it 54 or 9, or maybe just 1,
Or the curious code of llcll—well spun?
Perhaps 87 or 007, a spy's delight,
Or 611, or 911 in the dead of night.
Sixty-nine or 8, if you see them as one—
Say hi to grandma, the game's just begun.
Forty-three or 7, both stand in the line,
Each digit a clue, each number a sign.
Every number, each code, every possible way,
Hidden in rhyme for you to relay.
But here's the twist, the secret to spin:
SSN, ITIN—plus skew, begin.
Book-learn it quick, QuickBooks in play,
IRA-style riddles, hitlists and tricks on display.
I wreck, con, I sigh, E-les-sit—
A list of the lusted, a cipher to fit.
So gather your clues, let logic ignite,
Decode the numbers hidden in sight.
For those who are clever, the answer is near—
Unlock the secrets, the truth will appear.