Answer:
Whoever makes it tells it not. Whoever takes it knows it not. Whoever knows it wants it not
Soft, hairy, from door to door. I am the pet that always stays on the floor. What am I?
Although a human shape I wear Mother I never had; And though no sense nor life I share in finest silks I'm clad. By every miss I'm valued much beloved and highly prized; still my cruel fate is such by boys I am often despised.
The person who makes me doesn't need me. The person who buys me doesn't use me. The person who uses me doesn't know it. What am I?
What is eaten but can also eat?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?