I drift forever with the current down these long canals they’ve made Tame, yet wild, I run elusive Multitasking to your aid. Before I came, the world was darker Colder, sometimes, rougher, true But though I might make living easy, I’m good at killing people too.
A potato. The roots growing out of a potato are called eyes, when you cut a potato in half it doesn’t produce any moisture and if you leave a poor potato to its own devices, it will die.
Amazingly, this actually happened. The parents died in a crash crash and their parents fought for the rights to the four frozen embryos left by their late children. After a surrogate pregnancy, the baby was born with DNA matching their deceased parents.
I spit like bacon, am made with an egg, I have plenty of backbone but lack good legs, I peel like an onion but still remain whole, I’m long like a flagpole, yet fit in a hole