Ball Court: Stage 6, 8, 12, 18 |
no. | Solve | Word Riddles |
1 | A young hatchling | Betwixt the wings of gold I dwell, and grow inside this crimson shell |
2 | A Tea Cup | When serving guests crumpets you'll also need me, a porcelain vessel for sipping your tea |
3 | A Bow & Arrow | When fired by archer whose aim is most true, we'll fell a great beast when our point has pierced through |
4 | A Flower Pot | Planted in soil that's encased in red clay, it's petaals and stems that I house and display |
5 | A Blue Baseball Cap | Protecting their eyes when the light isn't dim, I 'm a ballplayer's attire with a jutting front brim |
6 | A Hand drill | Though useful in old times, I'm a tool low ranked; my modern day copy is powered, not cranked |
7 | A Soccer ball | An orb patched in black and white kicked with control, I'd sail across field to the net, scoring goal |
8 | An In-line Skate | I'll speed up your travel with four in-line wheels, a tightly strapped boot and a brake on the heels |
9 | A Planet Saturn | Once a cosmic voyage 'rond sun and back, I'm paired with rings on my orbital track |
10 | A Suit of Armor | When knights battle dragons they'd do best encased; I'd cover their head and their feet and their waist |
11 | A pair of Boxing Glove | With two in a ring and a crowd in the stands, my task is to soften the pugilist's hands |
12 | A Yellow Scootter | I've wheels like bikes,but I have not a seat; I'm transit not pedaled, but pushed by your feet |
13 | A blue Tricycle | On many warm days I'm peddled outside, a mobile young child's new three-wheeled ride |
14 | A Guitar | My musical string will ring out when you strum; play chords by a pick held by finger and thumb |
15 | A lone blue Flower | Among the blossoms, I'm truly blest, with azure hue unlike the rest |
16 | A piggy bank | Should you collect any dollar or cent, I'm a porkey pink storange for each one unspent |
17 | The ball hoop | Opponents evaded, you've crossed all grass, and I'm through which your ball must pass |
18 | 3 Lemons | Add sugar to a drink when our juice is too sour, or we'll wrinkle your lips with our puckering power |
19 | A Parasol | For keeping their cool I'm second to none, when shading the ladies from harsh summer sun |
20 | A Dartboard | You'll find that a patron of pub's greatest art, is to pierce my red center with truly aimed dart |
21 | A Basketball | A leathery sphere, I'll bounced about fast, and then I'll be shot after dribbled and passe |
22 | Ice Skate | The cold frozen surface I'd cut and I'd slice, If I'm worn on your feet as you move about ice |
23 | A Juicy pear | the most tasty fruit, I'd surely submit, I'm much like an apple with slightly more grit |
24 | A Stone Gargoyle with red eye | From on my perch I survey plays, a warding stone with ruby gaze |
25 | A Football | Launched by the quarterback, mightily thrown, I'm received and then run to possessor's end zone |
26 | A Golf bag | When walking the course I'm an item you'd bring; my function's to carry the clubs that you'll swing |
27 | Ancient handprints | These cherry marks upon the stone. a record kept of plams unknown |
28 | A Tennis Ball | If a racket should hit me, I'd fly rather well, and bounce across court in my green woolen shell |
29 | Bowling Pins | As targets of heavy balls rolled with great care, all ten all of us dashed would award strike or spare |
30 | A Cactus | I've grown near a wall amidst bushes and vines; transplanted from desert, I've green hide and spines |
31 | A Horse shoe | When traveling roads either rocky or coarse, I'm charged with protecting a foot of your horse |
32 | A Catcher's Mask | I cover the face of who'll catch and await, a speeding fast ball as it crosses home plate |
33 | A Fox | On bench viewing game at desirable height, I'm adorned in fur coat shade reddish and white |
34 | A Pipe | From bowl down the shank and ending in bit, I house a gent's billowing smoke when I'm lit |
35 | A badminton racket | When I'm ably swatted at birdie or ball, I return them 'cross court over low netted wall |
36 | A Royal Throne | As a seat for the leader of greatest fame, I provide respose while he's watching the game |
37 | An Orange | I've a bright sunny skin and once I've been peeled, you might make a juice from the slice revealed |
38 | A Vending Cart | It's refreshments and snacks for spectators to buy, all pushed on two wheels, that my bin does supply |
39 | A pair of socks | I could simply be worn to warm toes if you choose, or used as buffer 'twixt feet and your shoes |
40 | A wooden sled | In the coldest of winters I give daily thrills, to children well bundled and speeding down hills |
41 | A Milk can | The old dairy farmers, and men of their ilk, would use me to store all their cow's daily milk |
42 | A Blue Wagon | For towing one's gear I've a child-like, a pulled wooden basket that rolls upon wheels |
43 | A Stone arrow heads | On the tip of an arrow I've been tied and flown, but the shaft has met rot leaving just my sharp stone |
44 | A submarine sandwich | You'd eat me for lunch in my long breaded form, enclosed meat and garnish served cool or warm |
45 | A rope | I'm tied in a knot or tugged in a war, a sample of all my length might be used for |
46 | A metal lunchbox | If you eat on a work break when time is a crunch, just open my lid to reveal your brought lunch |
47 | A tiger | In this afternoon sun you'll not hear me growl; In stripes I shall lounge about rather than prowl |
48 | A flying Seagull | Flapping about in the salty sea breeze, I fixedly watch waters for fish I might seize |
49 | A Jade Swan | I've a green feathered wings, but I've never hatched, a likeness of bird a fine sculptor here matched |
50 | A gorilla's skull | You'll find not a thought in this most empty head, a remnant of ape who's unquestionably dead |
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