The first tells jokes, of which you might laugh, wonder, or rage The second can be taking paint from a wall, or clothes on a stage If you're lucky, you can still find me on a newspaper page

I speak to end, yet end to speak, I’m strongest when my truth is weak. I bind the wise, confuse the sane, I’m freedom’s lock and logic’s chain. I live in questions, die in proof What am I, that undoes truth??

Its a me, I say when I cry my name, As you play my titular game. I am a popular little Italian, Come and choose me and we'll win those medallions

I’m a hinge with no door, at the middle I bend. I help you wave, scratch, push or lend.

I tell you the worth I grow beneath the earth I get color from the Dutch But I'm nothing but a cut