I tell lots of jokes that never land. The other blokes aren’t really my fans. A true story that happens to me. Some say I’m boring, but that seems mean. This causes stress, it’s awkward a lot. Can you guess; what am I not?

I love yellow, but hate green, but blue and red are my game. I am but a God among common masses, as I go by many names.

It can be 'too big' and they're 'hated' by many. Lots make you brave and the weak don't have any. It's where what you crave turns to something disgusting. It can be wrong, but you'd be wrong not to trust it.

I have two butts, I kill a lot. What am I?

Born in eighties and still captivated your mind, Birthed a legend who jumped and climbed, Ladders and barrels were my tools, Rescuing damsel was for fools.