I’m a Vonnegut soldier, from one of his best;
Storyteller of Chaucer, whose Tales he expressed;
I’m tomorrow’s big sandwich; How John Wayne addressed;
And a buckled-hat chap on a Plymouth-bound quest.
Who am I?
UPDATE: Riddle solved by Rebecca. See comments for answer.
From Julius Caesar:
And why should Caesar be a tyrant then?
Poor man! I know he would not be a wolf,
But that he sees the Romans are but sheep:
He were no lion, were not Romans hinds.
Shift around the letters, and it becomes:
Hot-headed Republicans, who re-won the Senate, loathe any intolerable snub from the enemy.
An unrepentant Obama shows the order, risks a shutdown.
Oh, wow.
I’m unfolding events, as a tale recollects;
The land under a tombstone, to pay last respects;
Place a point where the x with the y intersects;
And a plan hatched in secret that no one expects.
Who am I?
UPDATE: Riddle solved by Richard Blankman. See comments for answer.
From Henry V:
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game’s afoot:
Shift around the letters, and it becomes:
So, the GOP usurpers toss a mutiny, regain thin Senate lead.
Okay, fine. Let’s do this thing.
I’m the office supply store where everyone shops;
I’m in multi-page papers, connecting their tops;
I’m a culture’s consumables, based on their crops;
And a family of singers, most notably “Pops.”
Who am I?
UPDATE: Riddle solved by Asher. See comments for answer.
I’m a spot to get sun, or for grilling out back;
I record a cassette tape, or play an eight-track;
I’m adorning the halls; all the cards in one pack;
And the thing you should hit when you’re under attack!
Who am I?
UPDATE: Riddle solved by Rebecca. See comments for answer.