Some form a parliament, Others a company, congregation or convocation, The mob can see a murder, or clamor and wake, A bouquet is presented when flushed.
I drift forever with the current down these long canals they’ve made Tame, yet wild, I run elusive Multitasking to your aid. Before I came, the world was darker Colder, sometimes, rougher, true But though I might make living easy, I’m good at killing people too.
Jim and his wife Patty were sitting in bed together one evening while a thunderstorm raged outside. After a bolt of lightning followed by a loud clap of thunder, the lights went out. Jim stopped reading and went to sleep, but Patty continued reading in the dark. How did she do it?
Patty is blind and was reading a Braille book so she didn’t need the light to begin with. Of course this also meant she didn’t know Jim snuck downstairs to get some cookies, but we’ll just keep that quiet.
A black dog is sleeping in the middle of a black road that has no streetlights and there is no moon. A car coming down the road with its lights off steers around the dog. How did the driver know the dog was there?
This is an unusual paragraph. I’m curious as to just how quickly you can find out what is so unusual about it. It looks so ordinary and plain that you would think nothing was wrong with it. In fact, nothing is wrong with it! It is highly unusual though. Study it and think about it. You still may not find anything odd. But if you work at it a bit, you might find out. Try to do so without any coaching.
I’m up and down and round about, yet all the world can’t find me out. Though thousands have employed their leisure, they never yet could find my measure. I’m found in almost every garden, In a compass or a farden. There’s neither chariot coach nor mill may move one inch except I will.
A man leaves home, turns left, goes straight, turns left again, goes straight and turns left once more then returns home and there’s another man with a mask on. What’s going on?
A windmill. The typical windmill, like the ones Don Quixote chased, have four vanes or sails. You might even say they look like wings. Windmills don’t have emotions, so they can’t laugh or cry. And since they don’t have actual wings, windmills don’t get off the ground. A well-oiled little bugger won’t make a peep.
