Alive without breath, As cold as death, Never thirsty, Ever drinking, Clad in mail, Never clinking, Drowns on dry land, Thinks an island Is a mountain, Thinks a fountain Is a puff of air. What am I?
A fish is the answer
Though a party's politician, Exhales me with his breath, I'm what the pirate uses, As a doorway unto death. "Shiver me timbers!" or "Stay on message!" I help both make their stand. Whether deck be swabbed, or platform swept Use me in lieu of land. What am I?
Guess me: Never ahead, ever behind, Yet flying swiftly past; For a child I last forever, For adults I'm gone too fast. What am I ?
I am a man without bones; my flesh is white. I am a man without blood; my flesh is cold. I am a man without life; my flesh is shrinking. I am the man you made and lost. What am I?
