My First Wears My Second
My first wears my second; my third might be
What my first would acquire if he went to the sea.
Put together my one, two, three
And the belle of New York is the girl for me.
Manhattan. A MAN wears a HAT, and a MAN might acquire a TAN if he went to sea.
Sounds Nothing Like the Word
When pronounced, it sounds nothing like the word.
A sentence.
By Sef Daystrom
Laughter Between Breakfast And Tea
People speak through me, yet I do not make a sound.
People can sell me, yet I have many clones.
I can bring you laughter between breakfast and tea,
Yet I can also break your heart easily.
I cover the earth like trees of old,
Whose leaves can blind and yet enfold.
A book. Authors can speak to you through a book, yet the book makes no sound. Books are sold and have many duplicate copies. A book can bring the reader to tears and laughter, they span the globe and the leaves of a book (a single sheet in a book is called a leaf) can get you wrapped up in the story that you’re unaware of what’s going on around you.
You Twirl My Body
You twirl my body but I keep my head up high.
When I go in I keep things tight.
What am I?
A screw.
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.
I Turn Around Once
I turn around once,
What is out will not get in.
I turn around again.
What is in will not get out.
What am I?
A key.