“Your first is good,” the gardener said,
“Peas thrive in sun and shower;
So now, good second, dig the bed
Where all can see them flower.”
Can you fit a word of two syllables to this Charade?
72
My first is found where wit and wine
Combine to grace the festal board;
My second where sad captives pine,
In dungeon of some tyrant lord.
My whole is ready for the doomed,
Twice tried by fire ere once consumed.
73
A BRAIN TWISTER
My first is half my second
And my third is half my first
My second and my third are good
To quench a mighty thirst.