Everyone Is Doing This Same Thing
Right now everyone in the world, no matter where they are, is doing the exactly same thing. What is it?
Getting older. Sad but true, and there’s nothing anyone can do to stop it. If you thought of breathing, it’s not entirely accurate because not everyone takes a breath at the same time. Living is an arguably suitable alternate answer as well.
Flora Not Fauna
I am flora, not fauna,
I am foliage, not trees,
I am shrubbery, not grass,
What am I?
A bush.
Up and Down and Round About
I’m up and down and round about,
yet all the world can’t find me out.
Though thousands have employed their leisure,
they never yet could find my measure.
I’m found in almost every garden,
In a compass or a farden.
There’s neither chariot coach nor mill
may move one inch except I will.
What am I?
A circle.
Ripped From My Mother’s Womb
Ripped from my mother’s womb,
Beaten and burned,
I become a blood thirsty killer.
What am I?
Iron ore.
If You Lose Me
If you lose me, others around you may lose me too. What am I?
Your temper.
Builds Its Table On My Shelf
From that which comes within itself,
it builds its table on my shelf.
A spider. The silk comes from within the spider, and the “table” (web) is often built in corners like there are on a bookshelf.
By Sef Daystrom