I can pop, but I'm not a balloon With age, I might look like a prune I can have a grade, but have no class Located where one might pass some gas Aided with cream, you might guess a pimple But my causes may not be quite as simple To get one, you'd be pained and annoyed For I am a...

If you ask me for a big ol' lump sum. Life insurance will be dumping the funds. Should you ask me to reverse the accident. You'd best zombie-proof the kitchen cabinets.

I’m worn in photos, shared with ease, a silent sign meant just to please.

The maze beneath forgotten town, Where dead may walk without a sound, A single sprawl of spooky lair, Or perhaps a tool for feline’s hair-?? ...Oh come on, who made a joke of the riddle? That fourth line was terrible!

Thunder does it Your hands do it Haters deserve it Antibiotics cure it You'll do it when you solve it