If You Lose Me
If you lose me, others around you may lose me too. What am I?
Your temper.
Leaves That Don’t Fall
I have wood but no bark,
And leaves that don’t fall,
I am made up of branches,
and come in sizes of all.
I am completely devoured many times,
over and over by a worm of a kind.
If you want to know the answer of mine,
look for the secret that I’ve stored inside.
What am I?
A library or bookstore.
Not the Sort That’s Eaten
I’m not the sort that’s eaten, I’m not the sort you bake,
Don’t put me in an oven, I don’t taste that great,
But when applied correctly, around me you will find,
Problems are so simple when my digits come to mind.
Pi (3.141592653)
Bowl That Can’t Be Filled
I am as round and deep as a bowl, but all the world’s water couldn’t fill me up. What am I?
A sieve.
