Banshee,
Twigs and spheres and poles and plates, join and bind to reason make. What am I?
A dinning table? :bugeye:
Polux V,
Smiles or frowns, depends on your gaze
From nail to sphere I change my phase
Across the sky I silently creep
When I disapear howling wolves give not a peep.
The sun? :bugeye:
Yes, I'm sure it's the sun
per.son,
Sometimes I have sense, sometimes I have none;
Sometimes I offend, then you bid me begone;
Sometimes I am merry, sometimes I am sad;
Sometimes I am good, sometimes very bad;
However, to make me, I cost many brains,
Much labour, much thought, and a great deal of pains.
Justice? :bugeye: