Riddles With Answers

Mystifying, misleading, and puzzling questions posed as problems to be solved or guessed.

Riddles With Answers

I'm paper with ink that everybody loves, but makes no sense what so ever. What am i?

How Many Babies Can One Mouse Have In A Year?

Which rapidly breeding animal can have more than one million descendants in over 18 months?


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Your cat does my first in your ear O were I admitted as near! In my second I've held by you, my fair, So long that I almost despair; But my prey, if at last I overtake, What a glorious third I shall make!

You're currently trying to solve one.

You use a knife to slice my head and weep beside me when I am dead.

You throw away the outside and cook the inside. You then eat the outside and throw away the inside.

You seek it out, When your hunger's ripe. It sits on four legs, And smokes a pipe.

You saw me where I never was and where I could not be. And yet within that very place, my face you often see.

You row in one while you float.

You roll it or you buy it, People say you shouldn't try it, Because you may get a stroke, From inhaling all that smoke.

You heard me before, Yet you hear me again, Then I die, Until you call me again.

You hear it speak, for it has a hard tongue. But it cannot breathe, for it has not a lung.

You have it even if there is none.

You get one if you miss one at golf.

You fill it and it empties, A metaphor for plenty, Depending on what half you see, It's either full or empty.

You deal with them and they deal chance, They show you your future at a glance. You play them and they play you back, And win or lose, They go back in their pack.

You can read it both ways, I wear; One way it's a number, reversed a snare.

You can draw me, fire me or fill me in.

You can break it or drink water from it.

You are having a bad day if 12 peers deem you to be this.

Written on with words of white, Has the color of the night, Is the teacher's best delight, And a student's daily fright.

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Words come out of it, Aligned in perfect silence. A messenger of black on white, A slinky fellow drawing lines, Of thin and soft graphite.

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