Thought Follows Closely Behind
I can run but not walk. Wherever I go, thought follows close behind. What am I?
A nose.
My Tines
My tines are long.
My tines are short.
My tines end ere
My first report.
What am I?
A lightning bolt.
The Most Precious Commodity
What is the most precious commodity?
That which when needed seemingly is never enough,
Yet otherwise can be boringly plentiful.
While waking is oft dreamt of,
Whilst pining can scarcely be thought of.
For beings, is allotted in finite but indefinite quantity.
The more that’s given, the more is wasted.
Freedom is akin though this is something more simple,
Not related to virtue or sin.
Unless perhaps, without freedom, or its limit.
What is it?
Time.
(Thanks for submitting this one Duke)
When I Point Up It’s Bright
When I point up, it’s bright.
When I point down, it’s dark.
What am I?
A light switch
Only At Rest Do They Touch the Ground
Two legs I have and this will confound, only at rest do they touch the ground. What am I?
A wheelbarrow.
Days of Summer
My days are in the summer
When you’ll eat me when I’m hot
In fact I’ll even eat myself
Where battles tough are fought
But when you find me in a fight
‘Twill be high in the sky
And if you catch me napping
I suggest you let me lie
When you’re bad come to my house
From Ma get thoughts profound
Am I big or am I small?
Some say I’m just a pound.
Dog. Dog days, hot dog, dog pound, dog fight.