Riddle: What can be measured, but has no length, width, or height? Show Answer Hide Answer

Riddle: What is dark but made by light? Show Answer Hide Answer

Riddle: What kind of dog has no tail? Show Answer Hide Answer

Riddle: I’m a day when truth takes a twist, and laughter is hard to resist. What am I? Show Answer Hide Answer

Riddle: I'm a digital oracle, a search engine supreme, Yet my results sometimes seem like a corporate dream. Type in a query, and behold what you find, But beware, my friend, for biases lurk behind. Big companies thrive, their rankings so high, While smaller voices struggle, barely catching an eye. Paid results intermingle with the organic fray, Untangling them? A PhD's work, they say. So, who am I? A gatekeeper of the web, Where algorithms reign, and transparency ebbs. My power immense, my reach vast and wide, But remember, dear user, there's more to see outside. What am I? Show Answer Hide Answer

Riddle: Like a cap, it is worn on the head, And its color, brown, yellow or red, May change much in, style If worn a great while. And look like a hank of white thread. What is it? Show Answer Hide Answer

Riddle: He lived for days and months and years. Almost away from air, And never a leg nor arm had he, And never a lock of hair. But neither crippled nor lame was he. Nor had he a coat to wear. What is it? Show Answer Hide Answer

Riddle: The songs she sings beneath bright moons Disturb my night's repose, But, oh, those whispery, rumbly tunes! She charms us all with those. You must come near and listen well To hear her rumble song. I've told enough so you should tell To whom these songs belong.What is it? Show Answer Hide Answer

Riddle: A digger worked to get it, It took him all the day. And when, at last, he got it. What was it, anyway? So light you couldn't weigh it. No color one could see, Much bigger than the digger, What, then, could it be? Show Answer Hide Answer

Riddle: I know a place where fellows go without a shoe or stocking. And no one tells them, "Go away!" Or thinks their costume is shocking. Each year I spend much of my time In that delightful place, And while I'm there, they don’t expect a boy to wash his face. What am I? Show Answer Hide Answer