Not cloth, but flesh, I rise and fall, and veil the gaze that sees it all.

I have only one leg and one foot, I'm made of different types of metals, Decorated with patterns, symbols and perhaps jewels, Fill me up buttercup! What am I?

School child's pride and Sailor's guide. What am I?

While I held the warp and she did the weaving of the west, a tall shadowy figure stood over her. Change my first to a z and it is something on which many who wfh spend too much time. Change my first to vr and make me twins for the sound a child’s race car makes.

I wear a crown but rule no land, I blush in red or dress in green, Doctors praise me with a plan, Yet I’m often bitten, rarely seen. What am I?