2 Riddle Poems

Scissors

Sharp to the touch, must be cautious.

Both of my legs can slice, open or closed.

I prefer to be used as a tool, never a weapon.

 

Phone Charger

You only use me when you need me.

The drainage and near-death feeling causes you to fear.

I come to the rescue, there to revive then left out again.

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