You can't marry me, but love me in a ring. I turn heads. I even leave some breathless. You sip me up and tell me I'm sweet, But when I get close to your lips, you pull away. What am I?

I’m earned, not bought, I shine without light. Pinned to your chest, I say who you are at a glance.

In nature's dance, I twist and twirl, a fervent spiral in a fluid world. I draw all near with my whirling art, a dizzying embrace, a spinning heart.

I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed I might see some use when you're dead My cousins live on cards To pitchfork I'm related You might wish you had me When by snow you're belated

A group of chattering, flighty, not very serious folk. Gossips Start with a Robin Williams movie, but change u to i. Next is the acronym for the maker of scientific calculators. Finish with gallows.