I have many ribs but no lungs, and I stand tall to keep you safe. I am a wall made of many parts, yet you can see the sky through my gaps if you stand close. I am often made of wood, sharpened at the top like a row of pencils, meant to discourage a climb. I am not a building, but I define where the building begins. What am I?

Silent guardian of words, resting on a shelf, unlocking a world of meanings, from A to Z it dwells. Need a spelling then come. And read thee

Kingdoms are better off having me wealthy get strangled by me but keep me loose you look like a loon

In the fierce dawn of the breakfast fight, A creamy conqueror reigns white, With a subtle tang of victory's might, Chilled like the northern winds, it takes flight.

A ring of sweetness with a hole in its core, too small to fit your fist but three would do, your lick would not get it wet but a suck would make it fall apart