RIDDLE TO BE ANSWERED

D'you like a puzzle? D'you like a riddle? I got some for you below. Think hard and if you know the answer you'll probably laugh by yourself. You know it's just fun.

• What has a face and two hands but no arms or legs? 

• What five-letter word becomes shorter when you add two letters to it? 
  
  
• What word begins and ends with an ‘e’ but only has one letter? 
  
  
• What has a neck but no head? 
  
  
• What type of cheese is made backwards?
  
  
• What gets wetter as it dries? 
  
  
• Why did the boy bury his flashlight? 
  
  
• Which letter of the alphabet has the most water? 
  
  
• What starts with a ‘P’, ends with an ‘E’ and has thousands of letters? 
  
  
• What has to be broken before you can use it? 
  
  
• Why can’t a man living in New York be buried in Chicago? 
  
  
• What begins with T, ends with T and has T in it? 
  
  
• How many letters are there in the English alphabet? 
  
  
• Which month has 28 days? 

HOMEWORK, I LOVE YOU

Homework, I love you. I think that you’re great. It’s wonderful fun when you keep me up late. I think you’re the best when I’m totally stressed, preparing and cramming all night for a test. Homework, I love you. What more can I say? I love to do hundreds of problems each day. You boggle my mind and you make me go blind, but still I’m ecstatic that you were assigned. Homework, I love you. I tell you, it’s true. There’s nothing more fun or exciting to do. You’re never a chore, for it’s you I adore. I wish that our teacher would hand you out more. Homework, I love you. You thrill me inside. I’m filled with emotions. I’m fit to be tied. I cannot complain when you frazzle my brain. Of course, that’s because I’m completely insane. by Kenn Nesbitt

LOVELY TEACHER

(sing to the tune of “Clementine”)


Lovely teacher, lovely teacher—
eyes of periwinkle blue.
You are such a pretty creature,
and I’m so in love with you.
How I long for your attention,
so I’m acting like a fool.
Put me down for some detention,
just don’t send me home from school.
Oh, I’m filled with pain and sorrow,
for my teacher is so cute,
but she won’t be here tomorrow,
’cause she’s just a substitute.

by Linda Knaus