The Daily Riddle

The man who invented it,Doesn’t want it for himself.The man who bought it,Doesn’t need it for himself.The man who needs it,Doesn’t know it when he needs it.Answer: [Coffin](Answers are in white text, select it to reveal)

They have not flesh nor feathers,nor scales nor bone;but they do have fingers andthumbs of their own.Answer: [Gloves](Answers are in white text, select it to reveal)

What is inanimate, yet can stand up,Can start out copper and end up as steel,So fragile, a child could break one,But many have the strength to lift a man? Answer: [Hair](Answers are in white text, select it to reveal)

I am the outstretched fingersthat seize and hold the wind.While wisdom flows from me in other hands.Upon me are sweet dreams dreamt.Yet my merest touch brings laughter. Answer: [Feather](Answers are in white text, select it to reveal)

I will be nice, if you see pics thrice.I bear fruit of trees, sometimes in 3’s.I am but an arm’s length in front of you. Answer: [Slot Machine](Answers are in white text, select it to reveal)

I am the part of the bird that is not in the sky,who can drown in the ocean and yet remain dry.A last vestige of man that refuses to die.In mourning I am tossed at your feet to lieAnd feast on your body, your soul, without cry.Answer: [Shadows](Answers are in white text, select it to reveal)

I am, in truth, a yellow fork, from tables up on high.By inadvertent fingers dropped, the awful cutlery cry.Of mansions never quite disclosed, and never quite concealed.The apparatus of the dark, to ignorance revealed. Answer: [Lightning](Answers are in white text, select it to reveal)

My first is in the spell, but not the book.My second is in the fright and also the shook.My third is in the cauldron, but never in pot.My fourth is in the net and also in the knot.My fifth is in the bat, but never in the vampire.My sixth is in the coal, but not found in fire.My seventh is in moon, but not in night. Answer: [Phantom](Answers are in white text, select it to reveal)

There was a green house.Inside the green house there was a white house.Inside the white house there was a red house.Inside the red house there were lots of babies. Answer: [Watermelon](Answers are in white text, select it to reveal)

My step is slow, the snow’s my breath,I give the ground a grinding death.My marching makes an end to me,slain by sun or drowned in sea. Answer: [Glacier](Answers are in white text, select it to reveal)