Category: Riddles

Fourteen of me, this young man made,
Some above A, but not quite B,
With some higher than D, but lower than E,
And some that are C, and three halves above D,
That’s why my popularity’s so easy to see.

Golden with lacquer, I usually am,
I sometimes am used to honor Uncle Sam,

Patented I was in 1846,
I’m the one who gives some their kicks,
I’m shaped like a J – with a hook on the end,
So, can you tell what I am?
 

What was he?
 

Rock wears away,
Whilst I grow.
You try to race me,
And receive a blow.

I’m all coiled up
So that I am quite small,
But if you stretch me out
I’ll be really tall.

I could be the root
Of certain disease;
If man can unlock me
He’ll solve many mysteries.