A Final Screech
I saw a strange creature,
Long, hard, and straight,
Thrusting in a round, dark, opening,
Preparing to discharge its load of lives,
Puffing and squealing noises accompanied it,
Then a final screech as it slowed and stopped.
Note: This may not be appropriate for younger ages.
A subway train.
What Work is Never Finished?
What work can one never finish?
An autobiography. Unless you’re writing it in your death bed I suppose, but even then, how will you be able to record the time of death?
A Charming Dimple
There are two meanings to me. With one I may need to be broken, with the other I hold on. My favorite characteristic is my charming dimple. What am I?
A tie.
Never Stolen, Owned By All
I can never be stolen from you.
I am owned by everyone.
Some have more, some have less.
What am I?
Knowledge.
Leave a Grieving Wife
If you throw me from the window,
I’ll leave a grieving wife.
Bring me back, but in the door and,
You’ll see something giving life.
What am I?
The answer is the letter ‘n’. Taking ‘n’ out of window makes widow. And putting ‘n’ back into door makes donor.
What Does Man Love More Than Life?
What does man love more than life
Fear more than death or mortal strife
What the poor have, the rich require,
and what contented men desire,
What the miser spends and the spendthrift saves
And all men carry to their graves?
Nothing. This one is similar to Greater than God, but different enough to include it here.