Riddle: I have legs, but won't walk
A mouth that will not talk
Woodland home, lost to me
Stabled now, in nursery
Made to move, but must stay
You won't hear me say nay.
What am I?
Riddle: Where man is, there I am
I'm natural, man makes me
I'm a shield, a weapon
I enchain to release
A stable foundation
Though ever-evolving
My body is quite vast
Though I'm not physical
I have many branches
I'm not a tree or plant
No guesses, you know me now
No mercy, if you are wrong
What am I?
Riddle: You'll like this one most
It has five vowels
But not in the States
Start rhymes with a knave
We own the middle
(Optional in States)
It sounds at the end.
What is it?
Riddle: Many partners could be mine,
I'll not choose one to love,
A priest's embrace may raise me up,
He'll claim it was not me.
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No gent are you, you'll surely ask,
My age before you flirt,
To kiss your lips would be divine,
Though soon, you'll knock me back.
...
Seducers use me all the time,
Their eyes upon another,
Some say they're gents, but post a roll,
In gutter, I am thrown.
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Even with legs, I will not run,
I'll stand on one alone,
I may reveal the words of truth,
No secret will I say.
...
What am I?
Riddle: Though I may lack in emotion, My life is filled with devotion, Daily I mimic your motion, But of me, you have no notion.
I'm downcast when you me forsake, From me, my sons, some people take, Perhaps to fry, or salad make, Or to hydrate for their skin's sake.
What am I?
Riddle: Though I may charm the serpent
I trample the arachnid
With neighbour's strength to aid me
I can face down the wild bull
I'm known to fools and sages
As thirteenth of the dozen.
Who am I?