Both an insult and something worth praise; a day in November I'm a craze; constantly compared to dirt, ask for a lemon I'll give but a squirt, my advantage is only for a phase.

I can sit on top of cake. People often try to fake. I'm in circles of the wood. Don't ask girls. They say it's rude.

On occasion you might see me sweetly striped, I'm a friend to the unsteady. You might need me year round, or hang me up when you're ready. With nothing to hold me, I'll take a spill, but if we work together as a team we rarely will. What am I?

Unlike two of my cousins, i remain grounded Remove my first letter and i'm perfect for gardening i'm related to a famous corsair

I'm small and blue, or pink, white or purple too. I want you to remember me so please, follow my name's cue. My second name however, is not so benign. Scorpion grass they call me despite my petals so fine.