Once I‘m released, I can never be shut in again
And the damage I can do, brings pain and sin.
I show no mercy once I finally escape
And there is nary a captive I take.
I am sharp as a two edged sword
And I am as blunt as a 4x8 board
Who, what or where am I?
It's a riddle in nine syllables,
An elephant, a ponderous house,
A melon strolling on two tendrils
O red fruit, Ivory, fine timber!
The loaf's big with it's yeasty rising
Money's new minted in this fat purse.
It's a means, a stage, a cow in calf.
It's eaten a bag of green apples
Boarded the...