Answer:
Blend a teapot shot so the pearlies wonβt rot!
An iron horse with a flaxen tail. The faster the horse runs, the shorter his tail becomes.
Golden treasure I contain, Guarded by hundreds and thousands. Stored in a labyrinth where no man walks, Yet men come often to seize my gold. By smoke I am overcome and robbed, then left to build my treasure anew
Gets rid of bad ones, short and tall. Tightens when used, one size fits all.
You saw me where I never was and where I could not be. And yet within that very place, my face you often see.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?