Harvest Though No Grain
I harvest you, though you’ve no grain,
I reap you in the wind and rain,
You bleed not but your soft meat
And nectar makes a sweetest treat.
What am I?
A clam or oyster. You harvest clams or oysters on the beach or go diving, and the beach is often windy and rainy. Neither bleeds but are known for having, soft, slimy meat, and people often drink the “clam nectar” or “oyster juice”.
Thanks to Helena for this submission
Bought By the Yard
I am bought by the yard but worn by the foot. What am I?
Carpet. Worn is used in the sense of a well-worn item.
(found on r/riddles)
Five Items In a Tennis Court
We’re five little items of an everyday sort. You’ll find us all in a tennis court. What are we?
The vowels. The phrase “a tennis court” contains all five vowels sorted in alphabetic order: a, e, i, o, u.
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What is special about the number 854917632?
It is the numbers from 1 to 9 in alphabetical order.
Eight
Five
Four
Nine
One
Seven
Six
Three
Two
Not Seen Nor Felt
It cannot be seen, cannot be felt,
Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt.
It lies behind stars and under hills,
And empty holes it fills.
It comes first and follows after,
Ends life, kills laughter.
The darkness.
A Treasure to Many
A necessity to some, a treasure to many,
I’m best enjoyed among pleasant company.
Some like me hot, some like me cold.
Some prefer mild, some like me bold.
What am I?
Coffee.
How Old Is The Shepherd?
There are 125 sheep and 5 dogs in a flock.
How old is the shepherd?
You can’t determine the answer.
I debated adding this riddle because it is less of a riddle and more of an illustration of how kids are (or are not) being taught to think for themselves. But after reading how kids feel the need to make up an answer without understanding why, I thought this could be a good reminder for all of us to exercise our critical thinking skills.
(via Student Voices)
Two Common English Words
“H-e” starts and ends two common English words. One painful in love, one painful in everyday matters.
What are the two words?
Heartache and headache.
It Is Hate
It is hate and has hate in it, but it isn’t hate.
Hatred.
By Sef Daystrom