Blocks for Noelle And a punch to the face for mike

I bind without rope and I hold without glue, turn me too tight and I’ll trouble you. I partner with threads in a spiral embrace, locking in secrets, I stay in my place.

An old person’s ball If you are in one, you may need help getting out If you need help getting into its home, you loosened it Arlo Guthrie somehow rhymed this with motorcycle

I stand tall, but have no bones, a carrot nose, and coal black stones. I melt with warmth, a fleeting delight, a frosty friend, so pure and white. What am I?

Lovely rouge or solid red, Falling on your head, you dread. Compressively strong, carefully based, Let not a cubit go to waste. Couldn't solve this one? ''Hit me, pal, you're done.''