Answer:
I am long and slim works in light. Has but one eye and an awful bite.
I am born in fear raised in truth and I come to my own in deed. When comes a time that I'm called forth I come to serve the cause of need.
Roast, boast, coast, post. What do you put in a toaster?
You can catch me but cannot throw me.
I come out of the earth, I am sold in the market. The one who buys me cuts my tail, takes off my suit of silk, and weeps beside me when I am dead. What am I?
The answer I give is yes, but what I mean is no. What was the question?