| In your future and in your past I come and go so senseless and fast My purpose is unknown to all Remembrance seems to drift then fall I travel by night and fade by day Because that is my common way |
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| I am a word of meanings three. Three ways of spelling me there be. The first is an odor, a smell if you will. The second some money, but not in a bill. The third is past tense, a method of passing things on or around. Can you tell me now, what these words are, that have the same sound? |
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| Three brothers share a family sport: A non-stop marathon The oldest one is fat and short And trudges slowly on The middle brother’s tall and slim And keeps a steady pace The youngest runs just like the wind, Speeding through the race “He’s young in years, we let him run,” The other brothers say “‘Cause though he’s surely number one, He’s second, in a way.” |
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| I am partially baked. I am not completely lit. I am a portion of the moon. I am lesser than full wit. I am a divider of the hour. I am not a total lie. I am a sibling through one parent. Can you guess… what am I? |
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| Seven sons she has, this loving mother, One is aloof, the other with a temper; Four are gifted with rings of wonder, The last, to his mom none is dearer. She also has two daughters, we gather Her names, one too many to remember, Question: What are the names of the mother and her dearest son? |
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