A butcher couldn't stop playing poker. What did he always have to do?

A keepsake lies, a tiny home for cherished ties. Tucked close, it holds a secret dear, a whisper of love worn near.

I let smoke leave the house, but I never walk out the door. What am I?

The man forgot to pay his exorcist, so he was...

A grand display for peering eyes, a parade of sights that mesmerize. Frames hold the scene, reveal the stage, unveiling stories on life's vast page.