I’m planted to divide but grown to obscure, A promise of safety that’s never quite sure. I soften a stance without taking a side, Let profit or blame slip safely inside. In words I’m a fence with flexible edge, In soil I’m the line you politely won’t pledge.

I am not a frog, but please don't lick me! Also stop talking about and eating my stool you perverts.

All riddles do this; in fact, it’s a trademark part of any puzzle. Politicians do this to hide the truth, spinning lies layer by layer. Instead of keeping things simple, I am the opposite of eschew.

without me you cant enter this venue and view the wonderful attraction on display

I'm related to the spoon, with a much deeper cradle. One thing's more certain, you might see me on a kitchen table. With pots of soup and gravy, too, you'll consider me a handy staple.