Answer:
The one who makes it, sells it. The one who buys it, never uses it. The one that uses it never knows that heโs using it.
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
A morbidlyยญ-named body of water
A seed am I, three letters make my name. Take away two and I still sound the same.
Double my number, I'm less than a score. Half of my number is less than four. Add one to my double when bakers are near. Days of the week are still greater, I fear.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?