Between two legs the living flesh ambles,
Between two buttocks the living flesh trembles,
And when it comes to the door,
Its master knocks.
Horse and rider
In Youth exalted high in Air,
Or bathing in the Waters fair;
Nature to form me took Delight,
And clad my Body all in White:
My Person tall, and slender Waste,
On either Side with Fringes grac'd;
Till me that Tyrant Man espy'd,
And drag'd me from my Mother's side:
No Wonder now I look so thin;
The Tyrant strip't me to the Skin:
My Skin he flay'd, my Hair he cropt;
At Head and Foot my Body lopt:
And then, with Heart more hard than Stone,
He pick't my Marrow from the Bone.
To vex me more, he took a Freak,
To slit my Tongue, and made me speak:
But, that which wonderful appears,
I speak to Eyes and not to Ears.
He oft employs me in Disguise,
And makes me tell a Thousand Lyes:
To me he chiefly gives in Trust
To please his Malice, or his Lust.
From me no Secret he can hide;
I see his Vanity and Pride:
And my Delight is to expose
His Follies to his greatest Foes.
All languages I can command,
Yet not a Word I understand.
Without my Aid, the best Divine
In Learning would not know a Line:
The Lawyer must forget his Pleading,
The Scholar could not shew his Reading.
Nay; Man, my Master, is my Slave:
I give Command to kill or save.
Can grant ten Thousand Pounds a Year,
And make a Beggar's Brat a Peer.
But, while I thus my Life relate,
I only hasten on my Fate.
My Tongue is black, my Mouth is furr'd,
I hardly now can force a Word.
I dye unpity'd and forgot;
And on some Dunghill left to rot.
Pen (by Jonathan Swift 1667-1745)
Begotten, and Born, and dying with Noise,
The Terror of Women, and Pleasure of Boys,
Like the Fiction of Poets concerning the Wind,
I'm chiefly unruly, when strongest confin'd.
For Silver and Gold I don't trouble my Head,
But all I delight in is Pieces of Lead;
Except when I trade with a Ship or a Town,
Why then I make pieces of Iron go down.
One Property more I would have you remark,
No Lady was ever more fond of a Spark;
The Moment I get one my Soul's all a-fire,
And I roar out my Joy, and in Transport expire.
We are little airy Creatures,
All of diff'rent Voice and Features,
One of us in Glass is set,
One of us you'll find in Jet,
T'other you may see in Tin,
And the fourth a Box within,
If the fifth you shou'd pursue,
It can never fly from you.
Never speaking, still awake,
Pleasing most when most I speak,
The Delight of old and young,
Tho' I speak without a Tongue.
Nought but one Thing can confound me,
Many Voices joining round me;
Then I fret, and rave and gabble,
Like the Labourers of Babel.
Now I am a Dog, or Cow,
I can bark, or I can low,
I can bleat, or I can sing,
Like the Warblers of the Spring.
Let the Love-sick Bard complain,
And I mourn the cruel Pain;
Let the happy Swain rejoice,
And I join my helping Voice;
Both are welcome, Grief or Joy,
I with either sport and toy.
Tho' a Lady, I am stout,
Drums and Trumpets bring me out;
Then I clash and roar, and rattle,
Join in all the Din of Battle.
Jove, with all his loudest Thunder,
When I'm vext, can't keep me under;
Yet so tender is my Ear,
That the lowest Voice I fear;
Much I dread the Courtier's Fate,
When his Merit's out of Date,
For I hate a silent Breath,
And a Whisper is my Death.
What is the next 3 letters in this riddle?
o t t f f s s _ _ _
e n t
They represent the first letter when writing the numbers one thru ten.
How can you make the following equation true by drawing only one straight line:
By drawing a line on the first plus sign, that turns it into a 4. The equation then becomes true:
I am the ruler of shovels
I have a double
I am as thin as a knife
I have a wife
What am I?
King of Spades (from a deck of cards)
What is black when you buy it, red when you use it, and gray when you throw it away?
What force and strength cannot get through, I with a gentle touch can do.
And many in the street would stand, were I not a friend at hand.
What am I?
I can sizzle like bacon,
I am made with an egg,
I have plenty of backbone, but lack a good leg,
I peel layers like onions, but still remain whole,
I can be long, like a flagpole, yet fit in a hole,
What am I?
Many things can create one. It can be of any shape or size. It is created for various reasons, and it can shrink or grow with time. What is it?
Only one color, but not one size,
Stuck at the bottom, yet easily flies.
Present in sun, but not in rain,
Doing no harm, and feeling no pain.
What is it?
What falls but never breaks?
What breaks but never falls?
Night and day
Dies half its life,
lives the rest.
Dances without music,
breathes without breath.
What is it?
In order to keep it, first you must give it.
Your word, or a promise. You must give your word to do something, before you are obligated to keep it.
I have a title and many pages
I am a gentiel of gentiel descent
I am a killer veteran of war
I am a slave to my lord
pleadged to his service
I am a battle field Witness to many a war
2 twin lords of different hue
Give combat to the death
The Brides are present
14 men serve each lord
8 loyal followers
Loyal to the end
2 mounted warriors
2 worshipers of God
2 towers of stone
What am I?
I know a thousand faces and count the tallied heads. Feasting bright upon the eyes of the many who have died. Wielding well a mighty power who hath but humble stature. Masses fall upon their knees to scarce behold my only side!
When I'm well and working, You take me forgranted. You might think i'm not important, But I am I really am. When I'm weak and stopped working, You will die.