Answer:
When can someone truthfully tell someone βwell doneβ but think they did a bad job?
Round as a button, deep as a well. If you want me to talk, you must first pull my tail.
I walked and walked and at last I got it. I didn't want it. So I stopped and looked for it. When I found it, I threw it away.
Long and think, red within, with a nail at the end.
It holds no blessings in disguise. Its rhymes are aimed at your demise, it's cast only to ruin, Whatever you are doin'.
What gets broken if itβs not kept?