Four Against the Masses
We are four against the masses. We are trying to find the one who is the whole package. We sigh, we laugh, we frown while we hope that the next one will be the one. Who are we?
Four orphaned siblings. It seems like there may be a better answer than this. If you have one, please add a comment.
Two in a Corner
Two in a corner,
One in a room,
Zero in a house, but one in a shelter.
What am I?
The letter “r”.
I Am Like A Witch’s Brew
I am like a witch’s brew,
I make people do what they don’t want to,
At the sound of my voice,
You have no choice,
But to do what’s requested of you.
What am I?
The magic word – please. It makes people do things they otherwise wouldn’t be inclined to do. When parents are teaching children about manners, they call it the magic word and wait to fulfill a request until the child says please. Once the child says it, the parent feels bound to do it to show the child that it works.
Ripped From My Mother’s Womb
Ripped from my mother’s womb,
Beaten and burned,
I become a blood thirsty killer.
What am I?
Iron ore.
Travel a Lot Meet Both Rich and Poor
I travel a lot and meet both the rich and the poor, but nobody knows where I am going next. I’m invisible but you can see what I do. Who or what am I?
Wind (or anything blown by the wind). It moves all over, reaches the rich and the poor equally and no one knows exactly which way the next gust of wind will blow. You can’t see the wind, but you can see what it blows, like leaves or dust.
Placed On the Table But Never Eaten
What is placed on the table, cut and passed but never eaten?
A deck of cards. You play card games on a table, cut the deck, then deal (or pass out) the cards, but you only eat the snacks.
Holds Fast To The Center Of Everything
There is one word that stands the test of time and holds fast to the center of everything. Though everyone will try at least once in their life to move around this word, but in fact, unknowingly, they use it every moment of the day. Young or old, awake or in sleep, human or animal, this word stands fast. It belongs to everyone, to all living things, but no one can master it. The word is?
Gravity.