While on my way to St. Ives,

I met a man with seven wives.

Each wife had seven sacks;

Each sack had seven cats;

Each cat had seven kits.

Kits, cats, sacks, wives;

How many were going to St. Ives?

You can meet someone while both of you are going the same direction!  You, obvouisly by yourself, can be going at a greater velocity.  This is also obvious because the man had to wait for each wife who had a lot to carry was probably going very slow.  

Posted by logischer Verstand on 2004-05-01 19:40:28