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.
Only one color, but not one size. Stuck at the bottom, yet easily flies. Present in sun, but not in rain; doing no harm, and feeling no pain. What am I?
I am the kind of food monkey likes and people slip on me and fall in cartoons.
I fly forever Rest never.
Although it sounds like I work on a transportation device I actually work in a restaurant.
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?