What am I?
You can earn me, you can lose me, but you can't use me, either high or low, I can tell your status quo, either good or bad, it might make you happy or sad. What am I?
We are five little things of an everyday sort, You will find us all in a tennis court.
Why are there no unemployed farmers?
They can get a job in any field.
I am the thing which everyone has, I consider myself Beautiful and Full of Joy, But the way I am treated Boy O Boy. I am mostly there but no one notices me, I try to prove my worth but nobody’s there to see. They say I Suck, that I resemble Hell, But when I am about to go then it rings their Bell. Some consider me terrible and Hard, But when I am lost they send their Regard. Many don’t realize I’ll not be there Forever, That I will return Never. But it’s already too late to say goodbyes When I flash before their eyes.
A man was born in 1987 and died in 1994 at the age of 85. How can this be?
They are hospital room numbers