From: mark@zaphod.jsc.nasa.gov (Mark Manning/Metrica)
Subject: NET.BOOK: Net.Book.Riddles (part 5 of 8)
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Date: Thu, 8 Oct 1992 18:11:16 GMT
 
 

 
 
 
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Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

   Ah!  My breath doth shake,
   My limbs are thin,
   My belly aches.
   Whiteness doth crown my head,
   And the tracks I leave,
   Are unsteady where I've led.
   I look out through rheumy eyes,
   And seem to say my last goodbyes.
   The darkness doth draw me near,
   I lean towards it - the better to hear.

Entry:  18.40
Date:   Unknown
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

   A riddle given by two people to a third:

   (1st person, 2nd person)

   Tis not, tis is.
   Tis good, tis bad.
   Tis left, tis right.
   Tis day, tis night.

Entry:  18.41
Date:   Unknown
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: The Young People's Series
Title:  None
Riddle:

    Hick-a-more, Hack-a-more,
    On the King's kitchen door.
    All the King's horses,
    And all the King's men,
    Couldn't get Hick-a-more, Hack-a-more,
    Off the King's kitchen door.

Entry:  18.42
Date:   Unknown
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

   It was once upon a time,
   and nursery rhymes.
   When genii's stood all in a row.
   When Little Jack Horner,
   Sat in his corner,
   And all the King's men said "Aye!  Aye!" today.
   So Heigh-Diddle-diddle,
   Eat crumpets and play the fiddle,
   While a cow makes curry and whey.
   And we'll all laugh,
   To see such fun,
   And maybe we'll come again - to play.

Entry:  18.43
Date:   Unknown
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

   It is a tolling of the night.
   When all is still.
   And the wind whispers near the mill.
   Twas struck twelve times!
   And his voice rang out!
   And then, it was stilled.

Entry:  18.44
Date:   Unknown
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

   What mysteries are in its creation?
   Who's hand did bend its ore?
   Where did the knowledge come from?
   And could he have made any more?
   On his finger it did lie,
   Yet on his soul the more.
   For the fire it would bring,
   Would make his heart ring,
   And death, would come knocking at his door.

Entry:  18.45
Date:   Unknown
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

   It was asked of me what I could be made,
   And so people were fed from me.
   It was asked of me what I could be made,
   And so houses were built.
   It was asked of me what I could be made,
   And so things were written.
   It was asked of me what I could be made,
   And so I fertilized the ground.
   But when asked more of what I could be made,
   There was nothing to be found.

Entry:  18.46
Date:   Unknown
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

   With this you can do wonderous things.
   Look at things close, or far away,
   You can see things big,
   Or you can see things small.
   Or maybe you don't see things at all.
   I come in many colors and hues,
   Sometimes green and sometimes blue.
   And when I'm red - it's not from shame,
   But from something with a different name.

Entry:  18.47
Date:   Unknown
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

   Oh how I love my dancing feet!
   They stay together - oh so neat.
   And when I want to walk a line,
   They all stay together and do double time.
   I count them up, ten times or more,
   And race on-off, across the floor.

Entry:  18.48
Date:   Unknown
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

   They were made for a fairy queen's feet.
   To cover them and keep them tidy, and neat.
   A flower, of various sizes and hues,
   Their name is the opposite of a grown man's shoes.

Entry:  18.49
Date:   Unknown
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

   Part pickle, part crazy,
   You can't call this flower lazy.
   It perks its head up with a snout
   And if it had a voice - I'm sure it'd shout.

Entry:  18.50
Date:   5/8/92
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

    Bound by age, comfort and zest,
    The inquiring hand could not rest.
    But given to her heart's desire,
    She gave to us - our worst quagmires.
    And so now we wallow in our grief,
    And seeking to close the box we weep.
    While famine, plague, and other woes,
    Beset ourselves - and our foes.

Entry:  18.51
Date:   5/8/92
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

    Nestled among a thorny embrace,
    What should I see but a small, plump, face.
    With cheeks rosey red,
    And neck way too long.
    He'll be ripe for plucking,
    Before too long.

Entry:  18.52
Date:   5/8/92
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

    A muttered rumble was heard from the pen,
    And I, in my walking, stopped to look in.
    What was this I saw?
    A massive beast, hooved, and jawed.
    With spikes upon its mighty brow,
    I watched as he struck the turf and prowled.
    And yet for all of his magnificience,
    He couldn't get out of that wooden fence.

Entry:  18.53
Date:   5/8/92
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  A song riddle
Riddle:

    There once was a man who sang this song:
    Hey! Dilly, dill, dang, dang!
    He'd sit around and sing this song:
    Hey! Dilly, dill, dang, dang!
    "Hi! Ho!" away he'd go,
    Singing all night long!
    Hey dilly, dill, dang, dang, do-reeee!
    He'd stay up til it was three!

    On his knee he'd keep a jug!
    Hey! Dilly, dill, dang, dang!
    And with it he'd keep a mug!
    Hey! Dilly, dill, dang, dang!
    "Hi! Ho!" away he'd go!
    Off to see the girls.
    To laugh and sing and play his games,
    Until he went insane!

    Oh what can it be that's this much fun?
    Hey! Dilly, dill, dang, dang!
    Seems its liked by everyone.
    Hey! Dilly, dill, dang, dang!
    "Hi! Ho!" off we go!
    Off to have some fun!
    To have a taste, a bit of fun,
    And be like everyone!

    Tell me now, all about this row!
    Hey! Dilly, dill, dang, dang!
    Oh, what's this now, I feel like a sow?
    Hey! Dilly, dill, dang, dang!
    Up is down and down is up,
    I feel so sick inside.
    Guess I'll have to drink some more,
    Or cover my head and hide!

    "Hi! Ho!" away we go!
    Off into the night!
    And if you can tell me what this is,
    I'll tell you that you're right!
    "Hi! Ho!" away we go!
    Off into the night!
    So tell me quick, I've got an itch,
    To have some more tonight!
    YEAH!

Entry:  18.54
Date:   5/8/92
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

    Twas the night of the day
    in which I must relay
    that in which I took part in.
    For the sun was out
    and without so much as a shout
    he quietly went in.
    Twas ever so queer
    I thought he would leer
    but never a word did I get in.
    For without another word
    (at least that's what I heard)
    He was back to the place he'd been in.

Entry:  18.55
Date:   5/8/92
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

    Twas the giantess who told me what to do.
    Twas she who opened the doors,
    And close the windows.  Not I.
    Twas her who decided the chair did well on the lawn.
    And the table should be in the basement.
    I have done naught to deserve punishment,
    For I did not place the dog on the lamp,
    Nor the cat in the chimney.
    Twas the giantess.

Entry:  18.56
Date:   5/8/92
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

    A lazy day looked down upon her,
    And with eyes barely slitted, she saw me.
    I wondered if I should wander.
    But drew back when her eyes grew the bigger.
    Satisfied of my cowering, she stretched,
    Yawned, and spread her fingers langorously.
    And I, with my petite fingers rubbed my nose as I watched.
    She knew I had to eat and that soon I would emerge.
    Drawing my darkness forth with me to escape notice.
    It would not matter, for in the end we would
    Perform our pagan dance.  With its rituals of sunlight,
    And shadow.  Of words, softly spoken - or sprayed upon the wall.
    If I am lucky, oh so lucky, I will whisk away
    Upon a squeal of delight - or is it pain?
    And ponder the world once more, from within
    The hovel, the crawl space, the cracks.
    Where I live.

Entry:  18.57
Date:   5/8/92
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

    From sun up to sun down I stare out across the sea.
    From sun down to sun up I stare out across the sea.
    But while with sun up I can only blink in the brightness.
    With the sun down I can blink out the brightness.

Entry:  18.58
Date:   5/8/92
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

    (Talked with a definite beat.)

    A lot of bark,
    But no one notices.
    A lot to bite,
    And everyone cares.
    I'm not a dog,
    If anyone notices.
    And there's a lot to me,
    But I don't have hair.
    I stand up straight,
    If you've noticed me.
    I've got lots of limbs,
    If anyone cares.
    I can give you shade,
    If you've noticed it.
    And I do even more,
    I give you air.

Entry:  18.59
Date:   9/16/92
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

    Twas in December or June,
    When my lady did swoon.
    When her hair did fall off,
    And her glasses were lost.
    When she did scream,
    In a manner most obscene.
    While pointing at me,
    And saying "Eeeeee!  Eeeeee!"
    I must say it was all a bit much,
    Since no one did I touch.
    But it was quite apparent,
    That something was errant.
    So I decided to come back another day,
    When, mayhap, she was away.

Entry:  18.60
Date:   9/16/92
Who:    mark@trillian.jsc.nasa.gov
Author: Mark Manning
Title:  None
Riddle:

    This thing is many things.
    It is joyful,
    It is quiet,
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