I told you the answer, A riddle in blue, Who, what, when and why? That's up to you Champions tested, Brains all abuzz, Shove all of your chips, Like a champion does!

I wake with a shove and crave gentle control, Rush me, I cry; too light, I lose soul. I spin where I stand, feel lines with a tease, A whisper-thin touch decides when I please.

I have teeth but never bite. I keep order, yet I’m carried, not obeyed. I’m used in the morning, forgotten by noon, and I’m useless the moment my teeth are broken. What am I?

Please riddlers, hear my woe! The title isn't just for show. It sometimes contains a real treasure: a bracketed word for your pleasure. A little lift of the veil, so to say, to help your riddling on it's way.

Be careful when near a certain town in southern England, you do not want to fall off a ...