cleanpoemssimplecleverGlittering points
That downward thrust,
Sparkling spears
That never rust.
Icicle.
cleanpoemsMy antlers tower above my head.
Where I live it’s cold all year.
I can pull a sled or pack a load.
You call me a ?
Reindeer.
cleanpoemscleverI have just one, but with eight to spare,
I am usually friendly, but I sometimes act like I don't care.
What am I?
A cat (9 lives).
logicwhat am IpoemsA slender body, a tiny eye,
no matter what happens, I never cry.
What am I?
Sewing neddle.
poemswhat am IsimplelogicPoke your fingers in my eyes
and I will open wide my jaws.
Linen cloth, quills, or paper,
I will devour them all.
What am I?
Scissors.
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.
what am IpoemscleansimpleTurn me on my side and I am everything.
Cut me in half and I am nothing.
What am I?
The number 8. On it's side is infinity, cut the symbol in half, you get two zeros.