I could never figure out riddles when I was little. Actually I still can’t. I have a cousin who loves riddles and was always testing the rest of us kids. My brain never liked to figure out things that were too strenuous so I didn’t typically go along with trying to figure out his latest riddle, but even when I tried I never got it right.
I recently came across some old riddles in Sidney Saylor Farr’s book My “Appalachia – A Memoir” and realized I had never shared any riddles on the Blind Pig. I’m planning on sharing a few in the coming months so if you have a favorite, please send it to me at [email protected]
I’ll share one of Farr’s with you today.
Crooked as a rainbow,
Teeth like a cat,
Guess all night and
You can’t guess that.
Tipper
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13 Comments
JustAnOldGuy
December 5, 2018 at 6:11 amRound as a biscuit
Deep as a cup
All the Tennessee River
Wouldn’t fill it up.
Big at the bottom
Small at the top
A thing inside
Goes flippity-flop
A tea strainer and a butter churn
Bill Hart
December 4, 2018 at 7:15 pmMrs. Lambert had two sons. Both we’re born on the same day, same year and Mrs Lambert was their natural mother. But they were not twins. How is this possible?
Jim Casada
December 4, 2018 at 6:37 pmTipper–I’m surprised no one has mentioned a traditional English riddle:
As I was going to St. Ives,
I met a man with seven wives.
Every wife had seven sacks.
Every cat had seven kits.
Kits, cats, sacks, wives.
How many were going to St. Ives.
The answer, of course, is one. The riddler was going to St. Ives, and he met all the polygamists with cats and kittens going in another direction.
Jim Casada
Tom Deep
December 4, 2018 at 10:05 amI would think a moon phase.
Dee
December 4, 2018 at 9:31 amI’m sure I don’t know but first thing that hit my brain was a bear trap. Now how about that.
Ed Ammons
December 4, 2018 at 8:57 amThat’s a tough one because rainbows are not crooked. They are curved, an arc. They actually form a circle but rarely can you see the whole thing.
Jeanie
December 4, 2018 at 8:54 amRon I would think his ride (horse or mule) was named Sunday.
Ron Stephens
December 4, 2018 at 7:25 pmYes, you are right.
Alice
December 4, 2018 at 8:06 amThat’s one cat that will scratch you good when you’re picking berries, but you’ll forget about the scratches when you’re eating them hot buttered biscuits smeared full of jam. Not too many wild blackberries in my neck of the woods any more, and the tame ones just don’t taste the same.
SusieQ
December 4, 2018 at 2:11 pmOh so it’s a Briar patch….never would have guessed that without your post 🙂
Ron Stephens
December 4, 2018 at 7:38 amYou’re right. I can’t guess that. But here is another.
Preacher left on Sunday,
stayed gone a week.
Came back on the same Sunday.
How did he do that?
Ed Ammons
December 4, 2018 at 8:59 amHis horse was named Sunday? There is another one about a horse named Friday?
Ron Stephens
December 4, 2018 at 7:24 pmYou’re right.