cleanpoemssimplecleverGlittering points
That downward thrust,
Sparkling spears
That never rust.
Icicle.
logicwhat am IpoemsA slender body, a tiny eye,
no matter what happens, I never cry.
What am I?
Sewing neddle.
cleanwhat am IpoemssimpleI have three eyes but only one leg.
I still close one even if you beg.
What am I?
A traffic light. Many people beg the light to stay green as they're approaching.
cleanlogicpoemsThirty white horses on a red hill.
First they champ,
Then they stamp,
Then they stand still.
Who are they?
Teeth.