Why was the geometry book so sad? It lost its angles.

What is so fragile that even saying its name will break it? Silence.

I run but never walk, I have a mouth but never talk. I have a bed but I never sleep. What am I? A river.

What is something you will never see again? Yesterday.

What has a head, a tail, is brown, and never sleeps? A penny.

What is black when you buy it, red when you use it, and white when you're done with it? Charcoal.

Why is the sun so bad at school? Because it's always too bright.

What has a heart that doesn't beat but can hold lots of memories? A photo album.

What has keys but doesn't open any locks? A music keyboard.

I am a word that starts with 't', ends with 't', and has 't' in it! What am I? A teapot.

I speak ahead of time and always have the last word. Who am I? A dictionary.

David's father has three sons: Snap, Crackle, and who? David.

The more you work, the more you have of me. But when you finish, you still have a part of me left. What am I? Energy.

Why was the obtuse angle always changing jobs? It couldn't get a good angle on things.

Why did the math book always get a standing ovation? It was outstanding in its field.

Why did the parallelogram refuse to take sides? It always wanted to stay parallel.

Why did the obtuse triangle feel so isolated? It couldn't find the right connections.

Why did the fractions throw a party? They wanted to multiply the fun.

Why did the square always show up ahead of time? It was always right on schedule.

Why did the geometry teacher always feel acute? They knew how to handle sharp minds.

Why did the obtuse angle always avoid discussions? It didn't want to be cut off.