Answer:
Although a human shape I wear Mother I never had; And though no sense nor life I share in finest silks I'm clad. By every miss I'm valued much beloved and highly prized; still my cruel fate is such by boys I am often despised.
I go around in circles, but always straight ahead. Never complain, no matter where I am led. What am I?
You throw away my outside you cook my inside. Then you eat my outside and you throw away my inside.
I am black and white and full of fuzz
No legs have I to dance, no lungs have I to breathe. No life have I to live or die, and yet I do all three. What am I?
The answer I give is yes, but what I mean is no. What was the question?