Who makes it， has no need of it. Who buys it， has no use for it. Who uses it can neither see nor feel it.
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
---------------------coffin


Tell me what a dozen rubber trees with thirty boughs on each might be?

---------------------Months of the year


As I went over London Bridge I met my sister Jenny I broke her neck and drank her blood And left her standing empty.

---------------------Gin


It is said among my people that some things are improved by death. Tell me， what stinks while living， but in death， smells good?

---------------------Pig


All right. Riddle me this: what goes through the door without pinching itself? What sits on the stove without burning itself? What sits on the table and is not ashamed?

---------------------the Sun


What work is it that the faster you work， the longer it is before you’re done， and the slower you work， the sooner you’re finished?

--------------------- roasting meat on a spit


Whilst I was engaged in sitting I spied the dead carrying the living.

--------------------- a ship


I know a word of letters three. Add two， and fewer there will be.

---------------------　’few’


I give you a group of three. One is sitting down， and will never get up. The second eats as much as is given to him， yet is always hungry. The third goes away and never returns.

--------------------- stove， fire， and smoke


Whoever makes it， tells it not. Whoever takes it， knows it not. And whoever knows it wants it not.

--------------------- counterfeit money


Two words， my answer is only two words. To keep me， you must give me. Solution　your word Sir， I bear a rhyme excelling In mystic force and magic spelling Celestial sprites elucidate All my own striving can’t relate

--------------------- Pi (digits given by length of words)


There is not wind enough to twirl That one red leaf， nearest of its clan， Which dances as often as dance it can.

--------------------- the sun， Samuel Taylor Coleridge


Half-way up the hill， I see thee at last Lying beneath me with thy sounds and sights -- A city in the twilight， dim and vast， With smoking roofs， soft bells， and gleaming lights.

---------------------　the past， Longfellow