A few riddles.
Riddle1
I'm a riddle in nine syllables,
An elephant, a ponderous house,
A melon strolling on two tendrils
O red fruit, Ivory, fine timber!
The loaf's big with it's yeasty rising
Money's new minted in this fat purse.
I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf.
I've eaten a bag of green apples
Boarded the train there's no getting off.
(this is also a famous poem)
Riddle2
Black I am and much admired, men seek me until they're tired.
When they find me, they break my head, and take from me my resting bed.
What am I?
Riddle3
Whoever makes it, tells it not.
Whoever takes it, knows it not.
And whoever knows it wants it not.