This Is What Some People Do
This is what some people do,
For a compliment or two,
Anglers do it on a bank,
Others keep theirs in a tank.
What am I?
A fish. Some people fish for compliments, anglers are fishermen and fish live in a tank.
All About But Can’t Be Seen
All about, but cannot be seen,
Can be captured, cannot be held
No throat, but can be heard.
Sounds / noises. Wind also works.
Sweet And Valuable, But Lightning Fast
A tiny thing, that you exist,
Sweet and valuable, but lightning fast,
Combined minds and a member of royalty,
Without me you would die.
What am I?
The letter ‘b’, the verb to be or a bee. The letter b and a bee are both small and to be means you exist. Bees make honey, which is sweet, and their wings are going at around 230 beats per second. Bees are valuable because they pollinate flowers. They live in hives and the queen bee runs the show. If it weren’t for bees, we would probably starve to death.
Throw It Out To Use
What do you throw out to use and take in when you’re done?
An anchor.
I Go In Hard
I go in hard.
I come out soft.
You blow me hard.
What am I?
Note: This may not be appropriate for younger ages.
Gum. What? You had another guess?
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.
The Worse It Is, The Better It Becomes
Three little letters
A paradox to some.
The worse that it is
The better it becomes.
A pun.
Found On a Hand And Also a Tree
I’m found on a hand and also a tree,
You’ll find me on Sunday, occasionally,
Records, pictures, islands and brew,
From August to Wolfgang and Sago for you.
What am I?
A Palm.
Early Ages The Iron Boot Tread
Early ages the iron boot tread,
with Europe at her command.
Through time power slipped and fled,
’til the creation of new holy land.
Who am I?
Italy / Rome.