The boy who cried wolf kept winning at poker. What are you buying with the winnings? somebody asked. That's simple, the boy replied, I'm gonna hire a new...

Ring. Board. Don. What word can these three share?

Growing up in poverty, luxuries were few, but don't clean this at suppertime, then woe be to you!

Once I was an open wound, now I am only its trace. The pain has long since faded, but I never left its place.

I rise without being called. A bubble with no bath. Poke me and I punish you, I'm friction's aftermath. What am I?