Answer:
Patch upon patch, without any stitches, if you tell me this riddle, I'll give you my breeches.
Men seize it from its home, tear apart its flesh, drink the sweet blood, then cast its skin aside.
You throw away the outside, eat the inside, and throw away the inside. What is it?
I'm a blended cold beverage made up of milk, ice cream and fruit. I bring all the boys to the yard.
What is the saddest fruit?
What is round, has a twin, and sees more than most?