The Moonlight Sonatas |
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no. | Solve | Word Riddles |
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1 | A Crate of Dishes | We're less-than-fine China not fit for display; once under food, we are now packed away |
2 | A Pirate | I'm a buccaneer born from a paint brush's tip; a blade do I hold with a golden-toothed grip |
3 | A Flower Pot | I'm a planter not holding the dying or spilled; two thriving, five-petaled blossoms I'm filled |
4 | A Crytal ball | I'm a mystic's mysterious spherical mate; gaze into me deeply and see your own fate |
5 | A One Armed Doll | I'm a curly blonde toy of immeasurable charm, although a bit dusty and short by an arm |
6 | A crate of old Clothes | That we've fallen from fashion, you'll see at glance; it's clear that we're second-hand dresses and pants |
7 | A Broken Piggy Bank | I once held within me a coin saver's stash; I squealed when my pennies were loosed by a smash |
8 | A Chest marked with a skull | I'm an oft-buried box full of gold, stamped with a corpse's crossed arms to scare off the bold |
9 | A Ship Wheel | If I'm missing from a galleon, off course it will veer; any captain without me will be unable to steer |
10 | A can of Corn | I come from ears not found on a head; sealed in a cylinder where my name can be read |
11 | A Hand print | I was left by one gazing upon the little dipper, touching the glass with her dirty left gripper |
12 | A Painting of a King | I'm a pigmented picture of a prince now gronw; an occupant, not merely an heir to the throne |
13 | A Skull | I once pondered while sitting atop a man's spine; now my hollow eyes stare while my grinning teeth shine |
14 | A Box of photos | Covered in dust, I'm a cameraman's stash; old faces recorded with a click and a flash |
15 | A Skeletal Arm | I was once packed away, maybe while still alive, for I clawed through the box in hope I'd survive |
16 | An Axe | Though his head's on the block, the prisoner's not scared; without me his executioner has come upprepared |
17 | A Lamp without a Shade | Turned on while uncovered, I'd glow far too bright; I'd be best with a shade made to soften my light |
18 | A Bear with a bow & arrow | Though claws do I have, I've a better attack; a hunter's own weapon for striking him back |
19 | A Rabbit in a hat | In a once empty stovepipe you'll find me instead, the magical hare on illusionists' heads |
20 | A Mouse with a piece of Cheese | I've the darkest of coats amongst the scurrying pest; by the looks of my meal, I steal from the best |
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