Answer:
I am so delicious that I require a house to contain me.
What has banks but no money a bed but no sleep waves but no ocean?
What can you break even if you never pick it up or touch it?
What always ends everything?
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.
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?