You can batten me down when you’re under attack;
I’m contriving a scheme; to shade white space in black;
To come out of your shell when you’re ready to crack;
And a passenger car with a door in the back.
Who am I?
UPDATE: Riddle solved by Asher. See comments for answer.
I’m a volume of liquid, exceedingly small;
I’m the point in a path where you suddenly fall;
I’m an eye medication; a lost mobile call;
I’m a candy for coughs; and to not catch the ball.
Who am I?
UPDATE: Riddle solved by Asher. See comments for answer.
I’m the instrument favored by Little Boy Blue;
I’m the honk of the car; help you put on your shoe;
I am found on the head of a bull or gnu,
Or perhaps on your own, if your lady’s not true!
Who am I?
UPDATE: Riddle solved by Asher. See comments for answer.
Since I make every stop, I’m the much slower train;
As I grew up around here, I know the terrain;
I’m the neighborhood union; grown food to sustain;
And I won’t knock you out, but I’ll manage the pain.
Who am I?
UPDATE: Riddle solved by Asher. See comments for answer.