I have a name written on me, but it isn’t my name.
Men plant me, but I never grow.
They look at me and see their future, rotting in my bloom.
I have no weight but I could destroy a mansion. What am I?
I am a type of cheese made backwards
What do you call a boomerang
that doesn’t come back?
I have a frame but no pictures. I have poles but not standing up. What am I?
I roam through the lands hoping to rescue my love. I search high and low and will stomp on you if you get in my way!