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.
I'm tall I'm round and hollow Seems to get chewed a bit But you'll rarely see me unless the other end is lit.
I am a beverage named after a stick.
What do you call a bear with no teeth?
I am a shimmering field that reaches far. Yet I have no tracks and am crossed without paths. What am I?
I met a man and drew his name. He tipped his hat and played my game. What is his name?