Three letters I have, but I must not jest, the answer is your main place of rest.

In the middle is what marks the spot On either side sit two that mean, that is On the outside is what you might call a man I am but a meeting of gals and guys

I am a special bulb: I begin with the opposite of off. Then comes a charged atom. Reverse me and you'll finally say - no, I know! What am I?

I hold ideas, in spiral, three ring, glued spine. Closed, your dreams stay safe.

A baby's bum I swaddle From crawling to a waddle I can be cloth or disposed And keep the stinky stuff enclosed