Answer:
I have a face, yet no senses. But I don't really care, because time is of the essence.
Four of us are in your field, But our differences keep us at yield, First, a one that is no fool, Though he resembles a gardenerโs tool, Next, one difficult to split in two, And a girl once had one as big as her shoe, Then, to the mind, oneโs a lovely bonder, And truancy makes it grow fonder, Last, a stem connecting dots of three
Voiceless it cries, wingless flutters, toothless bites, mouthless mutters.
What breaks on the water but never on the land?
You throw away the outside and cook the inside. Then you eat the outside and throw away the inside. What did you eat?
Iโm grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.