I have rivers without water. Forests without trees. Mountains without rocks. Towns without houses.
A cowboy rode into Friday. He stayed in town for three days and rode back on friday. How is that possible?
Metal or bone I may be, many teeth I have and always bared. Yet my bite harms no one. And ladies delight in my touch.
You seek it out, when your hunger is ripe. It sits on four legs, and smokes a pipe.
I don't think or eat or slumber. Or move around or fear thunder. Just like you I look the same but I can't harm you or be your bane.
Poor people have it. Rich people need it. If you eat it you die. What is it?