You pick it. You peel the outside. You cook the inside You eat the outside, and throw away the inside. What am I?
My first is in ocean but never in sea my, second's in wasp but never in bee. My third is in glider and also in flight, my whole is a creature that comes out at night. What am I?
I have four wings but cannot fly, I never laugh and never cry, On the same spot I'm always found toiling away with little sound. What am I?"
Late afternoons I often soak in water piping hot. My essence goes through through my clothes. Used up am I, I've gone to pot. What am I?
It lies behind stars and under hills and empty holes it fills. It comes first and follows after ends life and kills laughter. What is it?
I am slim and long. Many find me desirable and appealing. They touch me and I give a false good feeling. Once I shine in splendour But only once and then no more. For many I am 'to die for'. What am I?
Sadly a cigar!