I used to go under your armpit, under your tongue or where the sun doesn't shine. Nowadays I go into your ear. A much more comfortable design.

To follow this task, You might fill from a cask, To quench your need, Fill me with mead. Neither a cup, mug, or bottle Use me too much you may waddle. What am I?

Nestled on ears, like a warm embrace, they carry tunes from time and space. Whispering secrets, without a trace, blocking the world with gentle grace.

A watch might have zero, three or two. I have two, likely so do you. A horse has at least fifteen, a pony fewer, they really do. But what makes me unsure is an octopus, I’ll check at the zoo. If you don’t like this riddle, I understands, but please don’t get angry and throw up your . . . .

Boss of the team, Flying in the back, Enclosed carriage, Put me in...