Clothes 1
People wear us to keep their hands warm.
What are we?
Gloves.
You carry me on your chest to make you feel elegant and the best.
What am I?
Tie / bowtie.
I deal with numbers but I'm not a mathematician. I assure your finances are safe with me. Who am I?
An accountant.
Red spots appear and you're stuck in your bed,
With fever and coughing, and dots on your head.
What illness am I?
The measles.
I am the kind of food monkeys like, and people slip on my peel and fall in cartoons.
What am I?
A banana.
We have two legs but we can't walk without you.
Trousers / pants (AmE).
My name rhymes with fruit, and men usually wear me for a party or for work.
Suit.
I protect and serve by day and night, keeping the community's peace in sight. Who am I?
A police officer.
I stick to your skin when you get a small cut,
To stop the bleed and cover it shut.
What am I?
Plaster.
Green on the outside but red and black inside. I am food but mostly liquid.
What am I?
A watermelon.
Against the sun, we protect your eyes and are often on the face of spies. What are we?
Sunglasses.
We have feet and legs and nothing else.
What are we?
Tights.
I use a board but I'm not a surfer. I love shaping young minds. Who am I?
You twist or you lift, then suddenly—pain!
Now sitting and standing both feel like a strain.
What am I?
Backache.
I cannot be used until I am broken. What am I?
An egg.
Why is Santa Claus so good at karate?
Because he has a black belt!
I start new then become old.
I start clean but become dirty.
I usually start big then become little.
What am I?
A pair of shoes.
I work in fields of digits and codes, where I solve problems in logical modes. Who am I?
A software developer.
I don’t heal the wound, but I make it feel fine,
Take me in pills or syrup or line.
What am I?
Painkiller.
You use a knife to slice my head and cry beside me when I am dead.
What am I?
An onion.
You go outside, in the summer, and see 3 buttons, a scarf and a carrot. Nobody put them there, yet there they lay. If no one put them down, what are they?
A melted snowman.
I hold two people together, but touch only one.
What am I?
A wedding ring.
I work when I play and I play when I work. Who am I?
A musician.
Bacteria beware, I’m on the attack,
I come in a course you should never cut back.
What am I?
Antibiotics.
I am a seed, three letters in the name.
Take away two and I sound quite the same.
What am I?
A pea.