A Lady’s Delight
Lovely and round,
I shine with pale light,
Grown in the darkness,
A lady’s delight.
What am I?
A pearl. They’re formed in clams, which are of course dark.
One Tooth To Bite
One tooth to bite,
He’s the forest’s foe.
One tooth to fight,
As all Norse know.
What is it?
An axe.
I Prevent Escape
I prevent escape or intrusion,
Yet I also preserve and protect,
Thieves use me to get money,
From me they can often collect.
I’m the practice of a sport, but not on the lawn,
Your friends may get upset when I’m sat upon.
What am I?
Fence. Fences keep ne’er-do-wells out and protect people inside. A fence is a person who buys stolen goods to later resell them for a profit. Those who fence practice the sport of fencing. En garde! And people don’t like it when you sit on the fence in a heated debate. (Believe me, I speak from experience)
Commonly Forgotten And Sometimes Rotten
I am always with you
But commonly forgotten.
You use me constantly,
And can sometimes be rotten.
What am I?
Air.
A Tasty Fruit
I am a tasty fruit that provides you with healthy nutrients. I can also be found on a calendar. What am I?
A date.
Can’t Be Touched, Can Be Felt
It can’t be touched, but can be felt.
It can’t be opened, but can be gone into.
Those who seek it always find it under something,
yet it moves from place to place.
Shade. You can’t touch shade, but you can feel its coolness. You can’t open shade but you can go into it. If you’re looking for shade it always has to be underneath something to block the light and shade moves as the light does.
Written by Sef Daystrom
I Can Sound a Gong
I’m in bowling and baseball,
For better or for worse,
On a match (but not the sporting kind),
I can sound a gong,
And I’m gone.
What am I?
Strike.
A strike in bowling is good. In baseball it’s good for the pitcher but not for the batter. You can strike a match to light it. When the clock strikes one a gong sounds and when you strike a paragraph, it’s gone.