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INSERT ACCENT GRAVE OVER THE FIRST 'E' AND IT SAYS; MY MOTHER.
IN FRENCH.
OF COURSE.
...
> ___ >
It says that I'm offline.
I dislike my mother.
Greatly.
D:
I don't know why it says that I'm offline.
Colt has twenty pennies, plus a defective one.
>w>
I saw somebody peal off the copper coating of a penny once.
O:
I didn't know that was possible.
>w>;
D:<
Minus one 'n'.
Minus the second 'e'.
D:<
D:<
D'x<
Ew.
HEY KIDDLINGS,
what goes up and down but doesn't move?
Solve my riddles and questions. D:
I'm bored.
I don't feel like doing homework.
Here they are;
What has roots as nobody sees,
Is taller than trees,
Up, up it goes,
And yet never grows?
Thirty white horses on a red hill,
First they champ,
Then they stamp,
Then they stand still.
Voiceless it cries,
Wingless it flutters,
Toothless bites,
Mouthless mutters.
An eye in a blue face
Saw an eye in a green face.
"That eye is like to this eye"
Said the first eye,
"But in a low place
Not a high place."
It cannot be seen, cannot be felt,
Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt.
It lies behind stars and under hills,
And empty holes it fills.
It comes first and follows after,
Ends life, kills laughter.
A bow without hinges, key, or lid,
Yet golden treasure inside is hid.
My favorite riddle, ever;
Alive without breath,
As cold as death;
Never thirsty, ever drinking,
All in mail, never clinking.
This thing all things devours:
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds hard stones into meal;
Slays kings, ruins towns,
And beats high mountains down.
What goes on four legs in the morning,
two in the afternoon,
and three in the evening?
Only one colour, but not one size,
Stuck at the bottom, yet easily flies,
Present in sun, but not in rain,
Doing no harm, and feeling no pain.
What force and strength cannot get through
I with a gentle touch can do,
And many in the street would stand,
Were I not a friend at hand.
Round like an apple, deep like a cup,
Yet all the king's horses can't pull it up.
Old Mother Twitchet had one eye,
And a long tail that she let fly,
And every time she went through a gap,
She left a bit of her tail in the trap.
Long legs, brandy thighs,
A little head, and no eyes.
In marble walls as white as milk,
Lined with skin as soft as silk,
Within a fountain crystal clear,
A golden apple does appear.
No doors are there to this stronghold--
Yet thieves break in and steal the gold.
Black we are, and much admired,
Men seek for us if they're tired.
We tire the horses, but comfort man,
Tell me this riddle if you can.
As I was going to St. Ives,
I met a man with seven wives,
Each wife had seven sacks,
Each sack had seven cats,
Each cat had seven kits.
Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,
How many were going to St. Ives?
I hill-full, a hole-full,
you cannot catch a bowl-full.
Little Nancy Etticoat,
In a white petticoat,
And a red nose.
The longer she stands,
The shorter she grows.
Black within and red without,
With four corners round about.
THE END.
If you can figure out them all then...
...good job. D:
TRY.
ALSO! Bonus;
If you can tell me were I got the riddles from?
I'll give you a hiiint;
only from two books.
But which ones? O wo
 Maji Dear · Wed Dec 12, 2007 @ 04:05am · 1 Comments |
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