Answer:
Runs smoother than any rhyme, loves to fall but cannot climb.
I heard of a wonder, of words moth-eaten. That is a strange thing, I thought, weird. That a man's song be swallowed by a worm. His blinded sentences, his bedside stand-by rustled in the night - and the robber-guest. Not one wit the wiser. For the words he had mumbled.
I bind it and it walks. I loose it and it stops.
A house with two occupants, sometimes one, rarely three. Break the walls, eat the boarders, then throw away me.
A tree with 5 branches, no leaves and no fruits
I met a man on the London bridge, he tipped his hat and drew his name, in this riddle I told you his name. What is it?