I Can Sound a Gong
I’m in bowling and baseball,
For better or for worse,
On a match (but not the sporting kind),
I can sound a gong,
And I’m gone.
What am I?
Strike.
A strike in bowling is good. In baseball it’s good for the pitcher but not for the batter. You can strike a match to light it. When the clock strikes one a gong sounds and when you strike a paragraph, it’s gone.
Favorite Use Is Attached To A String
A three-letter word I’m sure you know,
I can be on a boat or a sleigh in the snow,
I’m pals with the rain and honor a king,
But my favorite use is attached to a string.
What am I?
A bow. It has three letters, the bow of a boat is the front, bows are found on the presents on Santa’s sleigh, rainbows come with the rain, one bows before a king and a bow and arrow requires a string.
Where I Never Was
You saw me where I never was and where I could not be. And yet within that very place, my face you often see. What am I?
A reflection
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.
Alone I’m Unknown
Alone I’m unknown,
With my twin I’m twenty,
And triplets make me a warning.
What am I?
The letter ‘X’. A single x is often used in math as an unknown, along with Mr. X. Two together (XX) make the Roman numeral 20, and three signifies a warning for adult only content, or a warning to other programmers of a problem in source code.
Serve Many But They Forget About Me
I serve many, confirmed by how healthy those I serve are. Yet after they’re successful they forget about me. It’s true, sometimes I hit them and they’re often bloody, but they don’t mind.
What am I?
A doctor (more specifically, an obstetrician) or a midwife. They deliver thousands of healthy babies but they are soon forgotten. Sometimes they smack the baby on the butt to clear the airway, and newborn babies can have blood on them from the placenta being pulled from the walls of the uterus or from an episiotomy.
Sweet in the Sun
When young, I am sweet in the sun.
When middle-aged, I make you gay.
When old, I am valued more than ever.
Wine
Not a Toy But Used For Pleasure
I am not a toy, though many use me for pleasure. I have a butt but I can not poop. I have been known to kill people. What am I?
A cigarette.