Answer:
I am in truth a yellow fork from tables in the sky by inadvertent fingers dropped the awful cutlery. Of mansions never quite disclosed and never quite concealed the apparatus of the dark to ignorance revealed.
My rings are not worth much, but they do tell my age. What am I?
I fly when I'm born. I lie when I'm alive. I run when I'm dead. What am I?
I am edible pink and a great summer food
You turn me over after you have traveled far. What am I?
When someone uses this acronym, you know you've got to pick up the pace