Mystifying, misleading, and puzzling questions posed as problems to be solved or guessed.
Riddles With Answers
Change in Weather
We dwell in cottages of straw, and labor much for little gains; sweet food from us our masters draw, and then with death reward our pains.
We are little creatures; all of us have different features One of us in glass is set; one of us you;ll find in jet. Another you may see in tin, and fourth is boxed within. If the fifth you should pursue, it can never fly from you. What are we?
We are little brethren twain, arbiters of loss and gain; man to our counters run, some are made, and some undone; but men find it, to their cost, few are made, but numbers lost; though we play them tricks for ever, yet they always hope our favor.
We are few to the wise; We are abundant to the drunken; We can calm the beast And are precious to the child; We can devour the heart, Without piercing the skin.
We are a round stone fruit with juicy yellow flesh and downy pinkish-yellow skin that is often sweet or tar in taste. What are we?
War fought with pieces on a board.
Walk on the living, they don't even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble.
Waiting ever ever ever ever
Voiceless it cries, wingless flutters, toothless bites, mouthless mutters.
Very helpful if you intend to go gently down a river.
Used to wield power and glory, yet results were rather gorey, When it wrote our human story. In the eyes of wiser men, it is weaker than a pen.
US Made A.
Made in USA
Tip Your Waiter
ur $ ur $
Double Your Cash
More Power to You
Two legs I've got, Which never walk on ground; But when I go or run, One leg turns round.
Two in a whole and four in a pair. Six in a trio you see. Eight's a quartet but what you must get, Is the name that fits just one of me.
Two bodies have I, though both joined in one, The more I stand still the faster I run.
Paint the Town
Too much for one, Enough for two, and nothing at all for three.
Get in Touch
To you, rude would I never be, Though I flag my tongue for all to see.