I am a mother. However, I never give birth.
I am a father. However, I never nurse my children.
Wandering is not possible for me, but standing still happens occurs rarely.
Who am I?
The ans is tree
I've many holes but I will never leak
Not comfortable? Just give me a tweak
Though often together most of the day
Come bedtime we'll go our separate ways
Life without me might be kind of a drag
'Cause when I'm not around things tend to sag
Doing my job, your reliable mate
This is a "hold-up" you'll appreciate
What am I?
I live above a star, and yet I never burn,
I have eleven neighbors, and yet none of them turn,
I am visited in sequence, first, last or in between,
PRS (& sometimes Q) are my initials,
Now, tell me what I mean.
I hold up the sky; I hold many pounds. Just so you know, I can never fall on the *ground*. I am made of the world; without me you'll die. The ones who survive are the ones that can fly. What am I?
On six feet, I am a noxious drink,
Of whose effects you shudder to think.
Change only my second foot, and then
You convert me into a horrible den
Where the culprit, who gave the noxious drink,
Awaits the fate of which you shudder to think.
I am a mother from a family of eight. Spins around all day despite my weight. Had a ninth sibling before founding out its fake. What am I?