Something Dark Inside
Comes as wooden as a tree,
Covered in paint, don’t you see,
Makes you laugh, or run and hide,
For it has something dark inside.
A pencil. It’s wooden, is covered in paint and the output of a pencil in the form of writing or art can make you laugh or cry. And graphite is the dark part inside.
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Never Was, Always To Be
I never was, am always to be. No one ever saw me, nor ever will. And yet I am the confidence of all, To live and breathe on this terrestrial ball. What am I?
Tomorrow or the future.
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An Insect And a Half
I am an insect. Half of my name is another insect. What am I?
Beetle. (Bee is the other insect).
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