With pointed fangs it sits in wait, with piercing force it doles out fate, over bloodless victims proclaiming its might, eternally joining in a single bite.
What is it?
Turn me on my side and I am everything, but cut me in half and I am nothing.
What am I?
It’s shorter than the rest but you raise it up like it’s the best.
What is it?
I am not alive but seem so, I dance and breathe with no legs or lungs of my own.
What am I?
McDonalds computer #4 • Oct 22, 2024 at 3:09 pm
a chimkin