Answer:
I go inside boots and outside shoes.
You see a boat filled with people. It has not sunk but when you look again you don't see a single person on the boat. Why?
I am in truth a yellow fork from tables in the sky by inadvertent fingers dropped the awful cutlery. Of mansions never quite disclosed and never quite concealed the apparatus of the dark to ignorance revealed.
Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust. What am I?
I've been around for millions of years, but I am no more than a month old. What am I?
Why was the cook arrested?