Answer:
Men in skirts blow into these.
The main difference between us and zombies
In spring I look gay, Covered in a green array, The warmer it gets the more clothing I wear, As the cold grows, I throw away my clothes.
A gentleman whose offspring have successfully produced offspring of their own.
What pulls you down and never lets go?
I break away from my pack. I create holes in my victims. I can travel for miles and then disappear. I am part of a dying breed. What am I?