Classic Riddle
- Anita Mahesh

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.

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

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

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

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?

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?

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

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

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.

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

-: Answers :-

coffin
months of the year
gin
pig
the sun
roasting meat on a spit
a ship
'few'
stove, fire, and smoke
counterfeit money