I’m argued over more than I’m eaten, a fruit by truth, a vegetable by habit.

Unfortunate strands of hair growing on the wrong side of the head, but seldom cut with scissors unlike those on the other side.

Emergency room. Difficult extraction. Any bright ideas on getting this out?

Dress me up, comb my hair. Name me and take me everywhere. In a little child's room I'm cute. I'm an old hag's basement I'm creepy.

Double loop. Child trafficker? Sprocket rocket? Foot fuelled.