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.
Sits in the Corner
I sit in a corner and travel around the world. What am I?
A stamp.
This is nearly a duplicate of Lives in the Corner.
Hear a Lot, Say a Lot
I hear a lot
And I say a lot
Few ever look for me
And even fewer ever hear me
I hide in plain sight
Whether its day or night
To help is all I want
But most like to bend me
And as if they had a wand
Never again shall anyone find me
They do this to control
Without realizing the high price of a soul
But when I’m least expected
They’d rather be protected
For there shall be no place to hide
What am I?
The truth.
I Change Stature As I Age
I change stature as I age, but my importance does not differ by age. My importance is manifested mostly when with my boss. When we part, I am of no importance.
What am I?
A pencil. It gets shorter with use, but is no less important. Its impact is from the person using the pencil to write or draw. Without them, the pencil is just an idle tool.
Thanks Keller!
I Am Big And Mighty
I am big and mighty, and scared of sharp objects.
I feed everyone and watch people go by.
I have my feet stuck and hate talking with my big mouth.
What am I?
A tree.
It Stalks the Countryside
It stalks the countryside,
with ears that cannot hear.
What is it?
Corn.
Goes With a Car
What goes with a car, comes with a car, is of no use to a car, but the car can’t move without it?
Noise. The engine is usually the main culprit, but even electric cars make some noise from the tires on the road.
I Don’t Exist Unless You Cut Me
I don’t exist unless you cut me, but if you stab me I won’t bleed. I hate no one yet am abhorred by all. What am I?
A fart.
Not Flesh, Feather, Scales Nor Bone
We are not flesh, feather, scales nor bone;
Yet we still have fingers and thumbs of our own.
What are we?
Gloves. They’re not made of flesh, feather, scales or bone, but have fingers and thumbs.