Thursday, November 22, 2012

Riddles in the dark

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.
[Teeth and chestnuts]

Voiceless it cries,
Wingless flutters,
Toothless it bites,
Mouth less mutters.

An eye in a blue face
Saw an eye in a green face.
"That eye is to this eye"
Said the first eye,
"But in a low place,
Not in a high place."
[Sunshine on daisies]

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 box without hinges, key, or lid,
Yet golden treasure inside is hid.

Alive without breath,
As cold as death;
Never thirsty, ever drinking,
All in mail never clinking.

No-legs lay on one-leg, two-legs sat near on three-legs, four-legs got some.
[A fish on a table, a man on a stool, the cat got the bones]

This thing all things devours:
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds hard stones to meal;
Slays kings, ruins town,
And beats high mountain down.

"What have I got in my pocket?"
"Not fair! Not fair! It isn't fair my precious, is it, to ask us what it's got in it's nassty little pocketses?"
"What have I got in my pocket?"
"It must give us three guesseses, my precious, three guesseses."
"Very well! Guess away!"
"Wrong. Guess again!"
"Wrong! Last guess!"
"Come on! I'm waiting!"
"Time's up!"
"String, or nothing!"
"Both wrong!"

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