Answer:
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.
Plow and hoe, reap and sow, What soon does every farmer grow?
It is an arctic double breasted formal wear.
I'm sometimes white and always wrong. I can break a heart and hurt the strong. I can build love or tear it down. I can make a smile or bring a frown.
Thousands lay up gold within this house, But no man made it. Spears past counting guard this house, But no man wards it.
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.