What does man love more than life,
hate more than death or mortal strife;
That which contented men desire,
the poor have, the rich require;
The miser spends, the spendthrift saves,
and all men carry to their graves?
To exit from this awful place,
The eastern corridor you must pace
And chant the magic words:
The correct pronounciation of OWAH TAGOO SIAM is "Oh, what a goose I am".
A life longer than any man,
it dies each year to be reborn.
In the eyes it causes blindness,
in the nose just a sneeze;
Yet some suck this down,
and act as if pleased.
It stands alone, with no bone or solid form.
Adamant, it prospers never wrong,
though hurt it may.
Twistable, malleable, might it be,
but always straight as an arrow.
What sphinxes employ,
the players enjoy.
A man of a hundred stood out in the cold,
Exchanged his gay headdress, of colors
For one of pure ivory, just now a day old.
But though freshly dressed, the old man
stood alone -
It was his misfortune to live on a wold.
A tree. It is late autumn, and snow has just fallen over the brightly colored leaves. Trees of course live to a great age and would be a rarity on a grassy plain (i.e. a wold)
There's someone that I'm always near,
Yet in the dark I disappear.
To this one only I am loyal,
Though in his wake I'm doomed to toil.
He feels me not (we always touch);
If I were lost, he'd not lose much.
And now I come to my surprise,
For you are he - but who am I?
I'm often held, yet rarely touched;
I'm always wet, yet never rust;
I'm sometimes wagged and sometimes bit;
To use me well, you must have wit.
The only tool which sharper grows
Whenever used in any row.
Tongue. A "row" is an argument or quarrel
In the window she sat weeping.
And with each tear her life went seeping.
I'm not really more than holes tied to more holes;
I'm strong as good steel, though not as stiff as a pole.
I've little strength, but mighty powers;
I guard small hovels and great towers.
But if perchance my master leaves,
He must ensure he safeguards me.
The floor's on top, the roof's beneath,
And from this place I rarely leave.
Yet with the passing of each day,
A new horizon greets my gaze.
A sailor on a ship
Delivered by breath,
scares heroes to death.
In daytime I lie pooled about,
At night I cloak like a mist.
I creep inside shut boxes and
Inside your tightened fist.
You see me best when you can't see,
For I do not exist.
Devils and rogues know nothing else,
Both king and horse have this, of course,
But you'll want neither of them, perforce.
Reigns / reins
My little fish-pond.
It contains one fish.
It has three outlets.
My spring up on the cliff,
Three walls and you reach water