A game may end with no clear winner So play on, take a card and make the deck thinner Then, with pencil and paper, copy what you see All three lines are described by me

Unadventurous types may ignore us Technophiles may abhor us Those allergic to nature deplore us Saruman was foolish to ignore us What am I

In the garden, green and sweet, a summer's scent, a spicy treat. A leaf so dear, in dishes prime, it whispers tales of olden thyme.

Completely naked in the woods enduring the cold temperatures, while fleeing from a massive ursine.

I am a ring with no finger, worn only by the dead. What am I?