Simple design, Found with equine, I'll break your spine. Straight as an arrow, Hollow and narrow, Not filled with marrow. What am I?
Your body has lots of these, Including the tibia, Several are in your spine, And there's three in your ear,
What are they?
My life is often a volume of grief, your help is needed to turn a new leaf. Stiff is my spine and my body is pale, but I’m always ready to tell a tale. What am I?
You should keep me as straight as can be, yet very few do. Most of the time I am slightly bent or curved. Your sadness usually causes me to bend further, but don’t bend me for too long or I may never be able to fully straighten out again. What am I?
