The Start Of What You Might Conceive
I’m the start of whatever you might conceive.
Next I describe a Thanksgiving meal.
Last I transform to a state we all leave.
What am I?
begin, binge, being. Everything has a beginning, Thanksgiving dinner is known for being a meal of excessive consumption and the mortal state of being (or the state of a human being) is one which, for all our efforts to extend, will eventually end.
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.
A Surprise Party
What is a surprise party without any cause for celebration?
An ambush.
No Ears and More Than One Eye
I have no ears, but more than one eye,
Cut me in half, I won’t cry,
Leave me alone and I will die.
What am I?
A potato. The roots growing out of a potato are called eyes, when you cut a potato in half it doesn’t produce any moisture and if you leave a poor potato to its own devices, it will die.
Turn Us On Our Backs
Turn us on our backs
And open up our stomachs
You will be the wisest of men
Though at start a lummox.
A book.
You Can See Nothing Else
You can see nothing else
When you look in my face,
I will look you in the eye
And I will never lie.
What am I?
Your reflection.