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Goodness. I wasn't ready for that... I'm about to go out for the day, so will set a question but am happy for someone else to chip in with a new one in the meantime.
Here's an old Anglo-Saxon riddle, seemingly full of innuendo:
Swings by his thigh a thing most magical!
Below the belt, beneath the folds
Of his clothes it hangs, a hole in its front end,
Stiff-set and stout, it swivels about.
Leveling the head of this hanging instrument,
Its wielder hoists his hem above the knee:
It is his will to fill a well-known hole
That it fills fully when at full length.
He has often filled it before. Now he fills it again.
The question is "What am I?"
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