What Once Was Red Is Black Instead
Tear one off and scratch my head, what once was red is black instead. What am I?
A match. You tear a match out of a matchbook and scratch the head to light it, then the red tip turns black from the flame.
This is an exact duplicate of Tear One Off and Scratch My Head but I’m leaving it to avoid broken links.
Whoever Makes Me Can Hear Me
Whoever makes me can hear me, but to all others I’m silent. What am I?
A thought in your head. You can hear it, but no one else can. Unless you read minds, but then you’d have bigger problems, like figuring how how to remain sane in large crowds.
Kings And Queens May Cling To Power
Kings and queens may cling to power
and the jester’s got his call
But, as you may all discover,
the common one outranks them all
An ace (in a deck of cards).
Green House And Lots of Babies
There was a green house. Inside the green house there was a white house. Inside the white house there was a red house. Inside the red house there were lots of babies. What is it?
A watermelon.
Serve Many But They Forget About Me
I serve many, confirmed by how healthy those I serve are. Yet after they’re successful they forget about me. It’s true, sometimes I hit them and they’re often bloody, but they don’t mind.
What am I?
A doctor (more specifically, an obstetrician) or a midwife. They deliver thousands of healthy babies but they are soon forgotten. Sometimes they smack the baby on the butt to clear the airway, and newborn babies can have blood on them from the placenta being pulled from the walls of the uterus or from an episiotomy.
Roads Without Cars
Where will you find roads without cars, forests without trees and cities without houses?
On a map.
Enjoyed By Some, Despised By Others
I am enjoyed by some, despised by others. Some take me for granted, some treasure me like a gift. I last forever, unless you break me first.
Marriage.