Answer:
I help boats park
I am sometimes referred to as chips
I may be made of metal bone or wood and have many teeth. My bite hurts no one and the ladies love me.
I run smoother than any rhyme I love to fall but cannot climb.
People make me, save me, change me, and raise me. What am I?
The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads on them, And the mouth tastes them. What are they?