I’m your favorite pastime of x and o. But then I went and lost my favorite toe. Good breath guises an innocent treat. Baby’s rattle, I can’t be beat.

I bloom with love yet carry a thorn, In gardens and poems I’m often worn. My name is past tense, yet still I grow What fragrant riddle? You surely know.

Sometimes on the grass, when the air gets cold. When it comes from a mountain it tastes sweet.

I hold a thousand mouths yet never speak, I travel the world while nailed in place. I open to teach, to lie, to pray, to dream, Yet I close at the touch of a single face. Burn me, ban me, judge me by my skin, Though inside I am more than I seem.

Family with the thingamas, both jig and Bob, a name for a thing when it's name you forgot. Aquatic aristocracy has it with gadgets aplenty, It is grim, I'll let you in, Don't feed him four hours after twenty.