the answer is a Key
I've many holes but I will never leak Not comfortable? Just give me a tweak
Though often together most of the day Come bedtime we'll go our separate ways
Life without me might be kind of a drag 'Cause when I'm not around things tend to sag
Doing my job, your reliable mate This is a "hold-up" you'll appreciate
What am I?
I live above a star, and yet I never burn, I have eleven neighbors, and yet none of them turn, I am visited in sequence, first, last or in between, PRS (& sometimes Q) are my initials, Now, tell me what I mean.
On a cold night while roaming around in the street, four friends try to get under a small umbrella. The four of them manage to remain dry even with the hustle.
How can that be possible?
