I look like a tiny forest, and am mostly hated by those I nourish.

I’m the center of attention when you aim I’m falsely accused to take the blame I give structure and support if you can guess my name.

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.

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.