Guarding blooms with pointed grace, A watchful knight in nature's place. Pierces skin, a painful fame, Yet beauty's guardian is its name.

Often found in subways, one must pay to pass. At least that's the concept, as most simply step over my ass.

have four legs but never run. I have a back but never ache. I have two arms but no hands. I am the best place for a nap.

You see me float, atop the foam, not sink, as you think I should. What am I?

Three moles are tunneling single-file underneath a bakery. The first mole, the one in front, says I SMELL SUGAR. The second mole, the one in the middle, says WELL, I SMELL CIMMAMON. The third mole, the one at the rear, says THAT'S FUNNY, ALL I SMELL IS...