What am I?

[GenghisK]

Excellent. Somebody told me yesterday...


I am a very useful thing generally measuring 15 cms.
Normally I'm very soft, but I can become very hard.
I've a tuft of hairs at one end.
When I'm used, it's generally for an energic and vigorous introduction, and it's always the same thing: going in and going out movements in a wet hole.
At the end of my use, I leave on the hole a white, sticky and sweet liquid.
Then I need rest a while before I can be used again. People (men) can use me 2 or 3 times a day but it'd be very hard!

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I am....


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What else did you think it could be?

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Genghis K.

[This message has been edited by GenghisK (edited April 25, 2001).]

 

[stormerne]

Anglo-Saxon Riddles, first published in England over 1000 years ago.


RIDDLE 44

Swings by his thigh a thing most magical!
Below the belt, beneath the folds
of his clothes it hangs, a hole in its front end,
stiff-set and stout, but swivels about.
Levelling the head of this hanging instrument,
its wielder hoists his hem above the knee:
it is his will to fill a well-known hole
that it fits fully when at full length.

He has often filled it before. Now he fills it again.


RIDDLE 25

I'm the world's wonder, for I make women happy
--a boon to the neighborhood, a bane to no one,
though I may perhaps prick the one who picks me.

I am set well up, stand in a bed,
have a roughish root. Rarely (though it happens)
a churl's daughter more daring than the rest
--and lovelier! --lays hold of me,
and lays me in larder.

She learns soon enough,
the curly-haired creature who clamps me so,
of my meeting with her: moist is her eye!


RIDDLE 54

A young man made for the corner where he knew
she was standing; this strapping youth
had come some way--with his own hands
he whipped up her dress, and under her girdle
(as she stood there) thrust something stiff,
worked his will; they both shook.
This fellow quickened: one moment he was
forceful, a first rate servant, so strenuous
that the next he was knocked up, quite
blown by his exertion. Beneath the girdle
a thing began to grow that upstanding men
often think of, tenderly, and acquire.


RIDDLE 45

I'm told a certain something grows
in its pouch, swells and stands up,
lifts its covering. A proud bride grasped
that boneless wonder, the daughter of a king
covered that swollen thing with clothing


RIDDLE 61

A lovely woman, a lady, often locked me
in a chest; at times she took me out
with her fingers, and gave me to her lord
and loyal master, just as he asked.
Then he poked his head inside me,
pushed it up until it fitted tightly.
I, adorned, was bound to be filled
with something rough if the loyal lord
could keep it up. Guess what I mean.


RIDDLE 62

I'm strong and pointed. Shuddering I die,
a violent release. For my reputable master
I'll plunge below the plimsoll line,
well and truely engineer an opening.
A desparate man stands behind me and develops me
helps me out of a hot spot (a real hole),
sometimes he gets me into a fix
and forces me. Say what I am called.


You can find the answers to these and other Anglo-Saxon riddles in The Exeter Book of Riddles translated and introduced by Kevin Crossley-Holland (Penguin Classics 1993) and in The Earliest English Poems translated and introduced by Michael Alexander (Penguin Classics 1982).


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[GenghisK]

Excellent Stormerne! Excellent. English books do have the wisdom...

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Genghis K.