The best selection of riddles and answers, for all ages and categories
Although a human shape I wear, Mother I never had; And though no sense nor life I share, in finest silks I'm clad. By every miss I'm valued much, beloved and highly prized; still my cruel fate is such by boys I am often despised.
Words come out of it, aligned in perfect silence. A messenger of black on white, a slinky fellow drawing lines, of thin and soft graphite
These women make princesses scrub floors and sometimes try to poison them with apples.
Boxers do this for a living and kids do it in the backseat for free
I'm a soft, sweet food made from a mixture of flour, shortening, eggs, sugar, and other ingredients, baked and often decorated.
In order to upvote or downvote you have to login.