| I’m powerful enough to clean most anything, Yet gentle enough to eat. I’m used to make an explosion of sorts, I can kill grass, I can clean up even the smelliest stench, |
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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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| George is dead. He was found face down in the street, squashed nearly flat. He must have been there some time as he was cool to the touch. In addition, when he was found, there was a bird perched on the back of his head.
Who is George? |
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| I constantly collide into all the others, The only one of 16 without colors. Associated with English and banking and breaking, The answer is right there for the taking. |
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