I can hold your solutions, but I never solve your problems. I have a lip but cannot speak, and though I am named after a bird’s anatomy, I fly only when thrown. What am I?

A kiss or two. A sweet-ish fish to chew. Drawn to a star, upon tootsies skewed. Initials with Marshall. Marshall-mellows too. Werthy origins. Originally goo.

I am a roof with no walls I have a spine and ribs I am afraid of wind You want me bigger playing golf You want me smaller commuting

I’m not alive, yet hold you tight, and keep you warm all through the night.

I build no house, yet shape every trade, In workshops and battles, my purpose is made. Some cut, some measure, some tighten with care, Without me, skilled hands get nowhere.