I'm a real blossoming beauty, But I'm no damson in distress, You can eat me when I'm wrinkled, But fresh or in a wine is best!

Can have a handle, but is not a door. Can have a strap, but is not a guitar. Can carry treasures, but is not a chest. Can hold money, but is not a bank What is it?

I am a canine who can be found at certain minor league baseball parks, retrieving a hitter’s wooden implement. My title suggests I could be a pet for Adam West or Christian Bale.

I have four legs but cannot walk, and though I have arms, I cannot hold a thing or speak. I have a back, yet I have no spine. I offer you rest, but I have no sleep. You face me to serve, but you turn your back to me to rule or just be. Mind you, I am used by everybody. What am I?

A piece of paper and a blueberry muffin step into The Napkin Ring, each fighting for their place on the dining table. Announcer: In this corner, weighing zero point one six ounces... The Boston Scrapper! And in this corner, weighing five ounces... The Muffin Man! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, LET'S GET READY TO...!