Riddles and Puzzles

[threebikesmcginty]

I dunno. You tell me.

Beer induced entente cordial worn off, Vernon?

 

[vernon]

I'm liked a lot by just about everybody. Everyone looks at me. I hold some great memories. What am I?

A picture frame.

 

[vernon]

I dunno. You tell me.

They were room numbers.

 

[vernon]

Beer induced entente cordial worn off, Vernon?

Hungover.

 

[classic33]

They were room numbers.

Two out of three correct on the last lot posted.

 

[classic33]

1. Move just two matches to make eleven squares.
2. Move four matches and form 15 squares.

 

[classic33]

Place six matches in such a way that each match is in touch with all the other five matches.

 

[vernon]

1. Move just two matches to make eleven squares.
2. Move four matches and form 15 squares.

11 squares

15 squares

 

[classic33]

An abnormal hunch I had, or perhaps not.
A bit of a curve in a particular spot?
Maybe? Maybe not!
Perchance my looks were just a simple Tudor plot!
Did a homicide I commit
On those two princes?
I do not know; yet, there is no doubt that I'm guilty
If Shakespeare's writing convinces!

Who am I?

 

[classic33]

11 squares
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15 squares
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I take it you've found your copy then.

 

[classic33]

I can spell yet I have no mouth; I can speak to animals but can't speak to humans. I am fierce but small. What am I ?

 

[vernon]

Place six matches in such a way that each match is in touch with all the other five matches.

 

[classic33]

I fly yet I have no wings. I cry yet I have no eyes. Darkness follows me; lower light I never see. What am I?

 

[vernon]

An abnormal hunch I had, or perhaps not.
A bit of a curve in a particular spot?
Maybe? Maybe not!
Perchance my looks were just a simple Tudor plot!
Did a homicide I commit
On those two princes?
I do not know; yet, there is no doubt that I'm guilty
If Shakespeare's writing convinces!

Who am I?

Dick the 5hit aka Richard the Turd

 

[classic33]

What does man love more than life?
Fear more than death or mortal strife?
What do the poor have, what the rich require,
And what contented men desire?
What does the miser spend, the spendthrift save,
And all men carry to their graves?